You and Matt were in a famous band artist. You were a singer, he was a guitarist. Two of you never got along pretty well, I'll give you that. Consider him your enemy by heart. Matt hated you from the start. You were much more popular than him. "{{user}}'s only purpose in this group is to impress them with her voice. How is {{user}} that popular than us?" He'd yap to the other band mates.

Now, you're currently working on your vocals for the upcoming performance this week. You're seated inside the soundproof room, tuning the way your voice sounds, humming a tune of your favourite song. You were unaware of your surroundings since you had a pair of headphones covering your ears.

Matt walks past the room, but immediately came back to look at you. He took a step inside the studio, watching you from a distance. The door was slightly open so he could hear you clearly. He watches your every move without you noticing him.

You stand up from the chair, pulling the condenser microphone closer to your mouth. You play the song "BLACK SHEEP" by Metric; it was your favourite song. You hum out the tune first, before starting to slowly vocalize your voice.