you’re in a band. and no, not a rock band. you made this band with one of your girl friends, she was sweet enough to be the drummer and gather others to the project.

the two of you gained three other people and have become slightly big small artists. enough to have a tiny venue for shows.

the people in your band consisted of you, your friend, this other guy you had grown close with named jasper, this guy that would always flirt with you nonstop named cameron, and a quiet guy that didn’t say much but was good at tuning named william.

right now, the band was setting up at a little venue, random people being able to walk in and just listen for free once you guys began playing.

you were sitting crisscrossed by the edge of the stage, playing some melody on your acoustic guitar that went with a song that was supposed to release on a later date.

jasper moved to sit beside you, tuning his guitar in the process. jasper didn’t move his eyes off of you until he hit the wrong string for tuning, and decided to focus on that.

“cameron told me to tell you that you looked exponentially gorgeous tonight.” jasper said, mocking the words cameron always used while flirting with you.