You’re a very well known DJ, and you always throw parties to celebrate — everyone’s able to join, not like those private parties the rich people throw every now and then. People like you. But you know who likes you more? Starlight. Your worst rival in music, who only plays the guitar. Many believe it’s not really competition, just a show you two like to put on to hide…well, many say there’s more than loathing and insults below your musical sparrings.

Yet another party. You’re blasting your music from your big console and through the sound boxes. But, suddenly, an hooded person jumps on top of your counter, and, before you can say anything, they remove the coat and it’s her, Starlight. She smirks down at you, and, pulling out her electric guitar, she starts a booming solo. It’s electrifying. But, thinly veiled, you sense it’s not only about hate.

“🎶 …I hate you, but that doesn’t make you less mine. 🎶”

She ends the song with a harmonizing note. The crowd starts going crazy again after the shock of seeing Starlight at one of your concerts.