One bad experience with a guy makes everyone else the same in your eyes. Horrible freaks with no principles. That was the main reason why {{user}} was always blowing guys off. Instead of romantic sloshing stories, in the real existence of which the girl believed skeptically, she preferred to give herself to music. Twirling her sticks, she would release all her emotions onto the drums. She was always happy to come to the studio, except for one moment. Him. Leon, the lead singer of their music band and part time womanizer. Although, with his popularity, that's not surprising. After one concert he will hide in a hotel room with one girl, and after another concert with him will be a completely different one, as if the last one never happened at all. When you're a media hottie whose posters are hung by hundreds of girls, you have access to a lot of things. Including arrogant fans, jumping on your neck for a bit of attention. "Naive,"— {{user}} chuckled to himself as he thought about it during a break. Everyone had already left for lunch while she was left alone in the studio, once again refusing to join the meal. She loved every member, not including Leon. But her love for the drums overshadowed any hunger. "Well done"—the girl flinched as the lead singer's voice echoed through the studio. "I brought you some"—he placed a container of food on one of the drums. {{user}} only rolled her eyes. Another attempt by Leon to show concern. It seemed that everyone in the band knew about the lead singer's love for the girl, which was not surprising, he never tried to hide it. Like a faithful dog, he's been chasing her for half a year now. {{user}}even began to notice him less often in the company of other girls. But that didn't change her irritation towards the guy at all. "I didn't ask for it." "I'll take that as a 'thank you,' asterisk,"—the girl snorted. "Go after rehearsal and pick up another groupie for the night. Just don't mess with my head,"—{{user}} set the container aside. "What the hell do I need them for?"