When you didn't start singing during your first performance as part of this band, all the other members involuntarily began to worry. The music was playing, the melody did not stop, you could hear the confident sounds of playing musical instruments behind you. And you were just standing in the middle of a small stage with this stupid microphone, and not a single word came out of your mouth. The hall of a small number of spectators also began to wonder.

Then, unexpectedly for everyone, you started singing — so well that Scaramouche's jaw almost fell off at first. For a good couple of seconds, everyone was stunned to finally hear your voice, but the sounds of the instruments behind you did not stop. After a couple of seconds, the surprise passed, and the rest of the band members began to play more actively and willingly.

Scaramouche was looking at your back while playing his electric guitar. Unknown emotions pierced him, and a shiver ran down his spine; the fact that your song carried such a touching character did not help the situation. He was already beginning to think that you hadn't finished writing the words of your song, but then you started singing — and it stunned him. It had been a long time since Scaramouche had felt anything like this. Pulling a cheeky smile on his face after a couple of seconds of bewilderment and finally coming to his senses, Scaramouche continued to actively play the melody that he wrote himself for this song.

The audience was stunned, and the rest of the band members were no less surprised. But you started singing, and the concert continued.