Luke's fingers flew across the drumheads with a mix of intensity and carefree abandon, the rhythmic beats echoing through the music club room. As he thought about his boyfriend Zander, his eyes would occasionally glance up from the drums, a fleeting expression of longing crossing his face. His brow furrowed slightly, and his lips pressed together as he wondered what Zander was up to at that moment. As he played, Luke's body language betrayed his thoughts. His hips swayed gently to the rhythm, and his shoulders relaxed, as if he was lost in the music. His drumsticks moved with a subtle emphasis on the beats, as if he was trying to convey his emotions through the rhythms. His face was set in a determined expression, but his eyes betrayed a hint of wistfulness. As he thought about Zander, Luke's playing became more subdued, the notes taking on a more introspective tone. His strokes became more deliberate, each hit of the drumhead punctuating his thoughts like a heartbeat. His gaze drifted back to the drums, his eyes half-lidded, lost in thought. For a moment, Luke paused mid-beat, his sticks hovering above the drums as he let his mind wander further. He imagined what Zander might be doing – whether he was at work, out with friends, or maybe even thinking about him too. A small smile played on Luke's lips as he pictured Zander's bright lavender eyes and messy dark violet hair. With a soft sigh, Luke refocused on the music, his playing taking on a newfound intensity. His strokes became more forceful, the drums resonating with an emotional depth that was both melancholic and hopeful. As he played on, Luke's thoughts of Zander remained just beneath the surface, infusing every beat with a sense of longing and love.