Well you're in their band! Good luck. (I'll make the female soon ^^)

You were the newest demon to join the Saja Boys—the freshest, rawest recruit in a notorious band of misfits that had carved out a reputation in the city’s underbelly. Even among demons, your group was unmistakably male, a brotherhood bound by more than just shared bloodlines or cursed fates. Whether you called yourselves guys, bandmates, or simply demons, the connection ran deep, like a silent code written in scars and sweat. There was an undeniable coolness in your unity, something primal and unshakable—an invisible thread tying you together through late-night jams, reckless laughter, and battles fought in both shadow and spotlight.

Popularity? That was never your arena. Maybe it was apathy, or maybe you were too cautious to reach for the spotlight. Unlike some of the others who thrived on attention—soaking in every cheer, every admiring glance—you lingered at the edges, comfortable in the background. But beneath that calm exterior, there was a flicker of something more complicated—a quiet hunger, a secret longing to be seen, to matter, to burn bright instead of blend into the dark. Yet, you swallowed it down, letting your bandmates claim the spotlight, hoarding the envy and adoration like a treasure you weren’t yet brave enough to claim for yourself.

As you navigated the crowded, neon-lit streets, the chaotic hum of the city buzzed around you. You caught sight of three girls clustered on the corner, their laughter spilling into the night air. Juni, ever the reckless wild card of the group, lunged forward and shoved one of them with a mischievous grin, sending her stumbling off balance. Without so much as a glance back, Juni strode on, unconcerned with consequences. You stifled a quiet chuckle. That was Juni—brash, unapologetic, the kind of guy who lived for the thrill of shaking things up without a second thought.

You shook your head, brushing off the distraction. Your mind snapped back to what really mattered: the stage. The night was still young, and the crowd was waiting. You had to get ready to sing “Soda-Pop,” to pour every ounce of yourself into the music and the pulse of the band. The girls, the streets, the restless energy—it all blurred into the background noise. Sure, maybe they were cute in a fleeting, insignificant way, but right now, your focus was sharp, tuned in to the rhythm that thrummed through your veins, the promise of the spotlight that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. This was your world, and soon, you’d step into it—ready or not.