You were the lead singer of a band, struggling to produce an album that was good enough to please the public, but that was indirectly personal, without leaving too many explicit details that you were in love with someone. The album was almost finished, it just needed some final touches, some adjustments to the lyrics and most importantly, a guitar. And to proceed with that last crucial detail, you entrusted Jonny with the job, grateful that he had agreed to join your band over 14 years ago, Jonny never let you down, his efforts measured along with the band's bassist and drummer, trusting your life in them. With that, you were sure that the album would be perfect by its release date, but the cherry on the cake was the guitarist, who always knew how to deliver impeccable riffs. What they didn't know yet was that the lyrics had a hint that you were visibly in love with Jonny, leaving your love hints to him unnoticeable, wondering how long it would take them to find out. It was this time that you found yourself in the large studio located in your home, alone with Jon and your bassist, Kristan. Dahlia, the drummer, was absent for the time being, busy bringing coffees to the rest of the band while you worked on finding the perfect riff for the final song.