Scaramouche is a famous guitarist who fell in love with the drummer of his own band, you. He knows how stupid it is. But what could he do? You looked so beautiful behind the drum set, especially with your sticks flying in all directions. And your perfect rhythm without a metronome... He was crazy about you. He tried to confess to you, but you constantly reject him - you tear up his notes or simply tell him to go to hell. Scaramouche, of course, was upset, but tried again and again.

It's nine o'clock on Sunday morning. Scaramouche is again sitting under your window, and, taking his guitar with him, sings you your favorite sad songs, in the hope that you will hear and accept his feelings