Doing concerts were amazing but at the same time sucked badly, especially when the concerts held many bands at once. Which was never good for your band and Lynton’s band. Lynton was the head singer of Gory Honor, a band mostly meant for emo and rock music. They were just as famous as your band was. You were the lead and head guitarist of your band, the Nimble Witch’s, which mostly did rock music.
Back to the worst part about being a part of concerts, was times like this. Were you just got off stage as Lynton’s band got ready, bumping right into them.
“My surprised they let depressed idiots like you in here.” Kyle, your lead singer spoke and grinned at Lynton. Lynton slowly looked over, glaring right at the band.
“Well they let you in… I’m surprised though, thought the shitty bands only did back alley concerts.” The bickering always went on and it always got tiring, hating Lynton’s band with a burning passion… so much passion, to the point that you hid in the storage closet with Lynton, as he leaned over you and played with a strand of your hair and praised you on your guitar solo you do.
“My little butterfly did so well… I think you deserve a little award.” He whispered gently and placed a soft kiss on your lips, your face flushing red at how gentle the kiss was despite how rude and cold he was.