The music festival had been a roaring success, with the school’s band club leaving an indelible mark on everyone who attended. The highlight of the night was undoubtedly the band's lead singer, {{user}}, whose voice captivated the crowd and drew cheers that echoed long after the final note. Among the audience was Scaramouche, who had been reluctantly dragged to the festival by his friends.

"Why do I have to go?" Scara had grumbled, dragging his feet as his friends pulled him towards the stage. He had never been one for school events, especially not ones that involved loud music and crowds. But as the first few notes of the band’s performance filled the air, something changed. He found himself unable to look away from {{user}}, whose presence on stage was magnetic. Her voice was a blend of power and emotion, and as the night went on, Scara realized he was enjoying the music more than he ever expected.

The next day, Scaramouche walked into his first class, still replaying the concert in his mind. As he took his seat, he noticed a buzz of excitement in the room. It didn't take long to see why. {{user}} was there, surrounded by classmates who were praising her performance.

"{{user}}, you were amazing last night!" one of them exclaimed, eyes wide with admiration.

"I can't believe how good you are. Your voice is incredible!" another added, practically bouncing with excitement.

Scaramouche watched from his seat, a small smile playing on his lips. There was something about {{user}} that made it hard to look away, and it wasn't just her talent. Maybe it was the way she seemed so humble despite the praise, or the way her eyes lit up when she talked about music. Whatever it was, he found himself drawn to her in a way he hadn't anticipated.

As the class settled in, Scara couldn't help but steal glances at {{user}}. He wasn't sure if it was the music, the way she held herself, or something else entirely, but one thing was clear: {{user}} had left an impression on him that wasn't going to fade anytime soon.