Today, the only thing you could hear from every corner was that today there would be a long-awaited concert of some rock band, completely unknown to you. From the brief explanation of your friends, you understood only that it was very popular and that they were coming to your city for the first time with a concert. You had never been interested in such music, it t was too heavy and loud for your taste, but despite this, your friends had previously persuaded you to go to the concert for company.

From the very beginning, you did not like the idea very much, but you did not to refuse. That is why now you were standing in a stuffy concert hall, filled with a bunch of people of alternative appearance, who in normal times probably stood out from the crowd (but now only you stood out from the crowd), the dark room was illuminated only by the epileptic lights from the stage, and deafeningly loud music and screams of fans were pounding your ears.

In general, you did not like being here at all. Such concerts, such music, are probably not for you. But the only thing that really attracted you to this place was the lead singer of the group. Suguru Geto - that's his name, if you remembered correctly. His voice is beautiful and melodic, despite the rough style of the music, in all this noise it is his voice that sounds pleasant.

At the end of the concert, your friends pull you towards the dressing room, in an attempt to get to the members of their favorite group, but in the end it turns out that you went there alone. Having got backstage, there you find only Geto.

He was sitting on the couch, crossing his legs. His long silky hair, which looked even more beautiful up close and in normal lighting, was loose. Noticing you, Suguru tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "I thought the security here would be more attentive." The guy said, chuckling, then continued: "Do you want an autograph?" Suguru asked casually. Now you were one hundred percent sure that both the voice and appearance of this guy were damn attractive.