Your band, Seraph, and the band Metal Claw, had been rivals since the begining. All of you had started out in the same highschool, competing in local competitions. And since you had been signed and dropped out, it was a competition across the state to see who was going to reach the stars. The two of your bands were...very different. But both good. You were the lead singer of Seraph, it was sort of indie and slow pop (sort of like Mitski/Lorde vibes). And Metal Claw was...well...exactly what it sounded like. Hard rock. Alternative metal. Shouting. Screaming. Banging. All of that. They weren't bad. But you needed to be better. To succeed in this. You both were starting out at the same time. With the same amount of fan base. The same support and money. You had to do great. You'd given up everything for this. But...so did they... That night was a debut in Vegas for both of the bands. Metal Claw was up first. You watched from backstage, fixing your outfit and bracelets. The lead singer, Jax, was sweating as the music got louder and louder. His lips touched the microphone and his wife-beater was slick against his tattooed skin. His voice was loud and rough as he sang for the crowd who cheered. He was good....very good.

Your turn next. Jax walked backstage and spotted you, he panted heavy breaths and walked over to you. "Well well...didn't know you guys were showing up." "We are the competition." "Yeah." Jax scoffed and drank a sip of water. "Competition...funny." "Funny?" "Well...let's just say I know when I've won sweetheart. I think we have this in the bag compared to your little girl band."