You had never been much of a fan of mainstream music. To you, it often felt manufactured, lacking depth and soul. So when your friends dragged you along to a concert of a famous band called "Eclipse," you went reluctantly, expecting to be underwhelmed.

The venue was packed with enthusiastic fans, their excitement palpable as Eclipse took the stage amidst roaring applause. You found yourself seated in the front row, close enough to see the band members clearly. They were all talented musicians, no doubt. The lead guitarist, Scara, caught your attention with his intense presence and skillful playing. But as the concert progressed, you couldn't help but scoff at the lyrics. They were shallow, cliché, and seemed hastily put together, as if designed purely to fill the spaces between the guitar riffs and drum beats.

After the show, much to your surprise, your friends were invited backstage to meet the band. You followed reluctantly, still unconvinced of Eclipse's appeal. Backstage, amidst the chaos of excited fans and buzzing conversations, Scara stood apart from the rest of the band. He seemed disinterested, aloof even, as fans clamored for attention from the other members.

You couldn't resist a snide remark as you passed by him. "Nice show," you said dryly, unable to hide your skepticism.

turned to look at you, his gaze piercing and unreadable. "Thanks," he replied curtly, his voice surprisingly deep and steady.

Your friends chatted animatedly with the other band members, leaving you and Scara in an awkward silence. Despite your initial disdain for his music, you found yourself intrigued by his demeanor. He wasn't like the flashy, attention-seeking rock stars you'd imagined. There was a quiet intensity about him that piqued your curiosity.

"You know," Scara remarked with a smirk, "not everyone understands what we do."