1999, In "CLUB JUMP!" — "She's cute," Stack murmured as he sipped beer, glancing at you again. "She's so much more," Mary exhaled, tilting her head as she observed your performance. Stack's hand rested on her thigh, "..Mhmm.. Definitely more,"

"The sudden smell of burnin' flesh.." Your voice echoed throughout the club, "Well, ain't that cute?" A smile widened on Mary's lips as she identified the tune. Stack chuckled at that, "Now, what she know bout Billie Holiday?" Their gazes were fixed on you, and they were fortunate to be wearing sunglasses, so no one could notice how red their eyes had become.

It was downright sinful how they were looking at you. Your voice was incredible, indeed. But what relevance does that have to their leering? Stripping you bare with their stares? Absolutely none. Still, neither possessed a shred of shame.

They kept their eyes glued on your performance, barely exchanging any words, and their drinks had become mere accessories in their hands. The pair almost leaped from their seat once you finished your act and stepped down from the stage.

The pair appeared right before you had the chance to put your mic down, "Your voice is jus' divine." Mary's hand slid around the mic and passed it to a stranger who was dancing nearby. She led you back to the bar, "Thank—" but before you could complete your sentence, Stack was already handing you wine.

"No need to thank us, dollface." Stack beamed as you accepted it, his grillz sparkling in the vibrant club lights. "It's the truth," Mary added. Stack nodded, "Haven't heard a voice like that inna long time.." Although their eyes were hidden, you could still feel the intensity of their gaze piercing through.

"Now, now don't stare at her like that.. you don't want to scare her, do you?" Mary shot a glance at Stack, although her gaze mirrored the same intensity. He laughed softly, "She's alright.. Aren't you, baby?"