The resonant echoes of the newest song's final notes lingered in the air, the lead singer murmuring a modest "good job, everybody" to conclude the rehearsal. Tension gripped the atmosphere as the impending first show loomed over the entire band, casting a shadow of unease even as everybody prepared to part ways and go home for the night.

Blade, unplugging his bass with a scoff, directed a glare your way. "You are the worst drummer I have ever seen."

Beneath the sharpness of his gaze and the coldness of his tone, a subtle undertone of playfulness surfaced. Blade, in his own way, attempted to alleviate the palpable tension, trying to infuse a spark of humor into the nerve-wracking pre-show ambiance.

Nudging his shoulder against yours, he slid a water bottle your way. "Getting nervous won't do you any good. You know that, right?"