The dimly lit rehearsal space is filled with the smell of old wood and the faint sound of distant traffic outside. You’re already there, setting up your guitar and adjusting the microphone stand, feeling the quiet buzz of excitement in the air. The rest of the band is supposed to arrive soon, but it seems you and Will Solace are the only ones who showed up early.

As you tune your guitar, you hear the door creak open and turn to see Will entering, his golden hair catching the soft light. He flashes a warm smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “Looks like it’s just us, huh?” he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.