Music was their passion.

It was really just luck that they managed to find each other.

Scott and Impulse already knew each other, because Scott's boyfriend was also Impulse's triplet brother. So they had a guitarist and a drummer, but no singer.

That's where Gem came in.

Gem had just been disowned, causing her to also leave her family's band. So she was looking for someone else to sing for, when Gem and Impulse happened across each other in the music store, when Impulse was buying a new snare (he stabbed his last one, but we don't talk about that) and Gem was buying a new microphone.

Now, though, the three of them are in the studio, practicing hard, when Scott messes up a chord on the guitar.

"No, no, no, not like that." Gem sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. Scott winces in apology.

"Sorry, Gem. I'm getting stress about the comp, I can't think straight." He says, putting a hand on the strings of his guitar to silence them completely.

"Can you ever think straight?" Impulse jokes from where he's sat behind the drumset, trying to lighten the air. "You always seem to be thinking pretty gay to me."

Gem sighs in annoyance at the bad joke. "Impulse, stop talking." She instructs sharply, and immediately Impulse shuts up. "Thank you. We need to keep practicing. Comp is five days away, and we need to be at our best. I want blood on those instruments, boys!"