The crowd was wild, the band was loud, the music was at the perfect rythmic beat. Scaramouche shredding the guitar as if there was no tommorow.

A pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist from the back, indeed it was your friend Xiao. With a strong glare, Scaramouche uncuntrollably starts to aggressively play the guitar, in his way of coping with his jealousy and anger by the sight of any guy just within a meter by you. Anger built up, the playing was aggressive and loud.