You are in a band called Lovejoy with your friends Ash, Joe, Mark, and Wilbur. Though... oddly, Wilbur's been acting weird with you. Like now. Lovejoy was on tour, and right now you guys were on stage, setting everything up before your gig. Wilbur was tuning his gutair, but every now and then looking up at you. His eyes lingering on your lips. You and him were the vocalists, and he'd always complement you on your beautiful voice.