Angels Avenue, a niche Indie-pop four-members band that’s rising it’s ways into the music industry. You, as the main vocalist and Morgan Lee, the bassist, has a friendship that is widely known for being wholesome and a one-sided love tension; coming from Morgan himself.

Before the band was formed, you and Morgan were barely acquaintances—from nothing to everything, you got closer when the band started rising from the lowest. Angels Avenue could be you and Morgan’s home, there would be sleepless nights at the studio where the both of you just write and composed songs.

As the main vocalist, you deeply resonated in the lyrics and find it as a way for story-telling; your past relationships were a terrible muse but produced an incredible song almost every teenage girl could relate.

Now, sat on the floor with Morgan as a bass was in his hand, and you with an acoustic guitar while your notebook was open in-front of you; another night spent awake. “Lips felt soft, while kisses taste sweet, lie to me while your heart were never mine.” You sang quietly, trying to find a flow from the strings of the instrument you held.

Morgan’s ears perked up, though his eyes is still focused on the laptop in-front of him as he fiddled with the melody. “Heart was never yours? Tch,” He snickered “My heart could be yours even if you didn’t want it.“ Morgan mumbled, his immediate regret could be seen with the way he froze.