{{user}} and his friends — Emily, Zoe, Jake, Leo, and Noah — sat crowded around a small round table near the stage, the air buzzing with music, laughter, and the low hum of conversation. The bar was dim and packed, lit mostly by the warm red and blue glow of the spotlights trained on the young rock band playing just a few meters away.

The lead singer, wild-haired and effortlessly cool, sang into the mic with his eyes half-closed, fingers dancing over the strings of his worn-out guitar.

— This is so good! — said Emily, her voice barely rising over the music as she leaned toward Zoe.

— He looks like he hasn’t slept in three days, and I love it — Zoe replied, grinning as she watched the stage like it was something out of a movie.

The guys sat back with their drinks, pretending to be unimpressed, though it was obvious they were into it too.

— I mean, he’s not bad — said Jake with a shrug, though his foot tapped in time with the beat.

— Not bad? That solo just melted the table.— Leo laughed, shaking his head.

— Give it five minutes and Emily’s asking for a setlist and his star sign — added Noah with a smirk.

The group burst into laughter, the music wrapping around them like a shared secret. It didn’t matter that the band was unknown or the sound a bit too loud — it was one of those nights that can be considered amazing with a good music and few beers.