You had a musical group that was quite famous and successful, in which you were a vocalist and sometimes played bass. But besides you, there was a second vocal that belonged to Leon. You didn’t really like him, because you considered him serious and joyless, even despite how sincere and happy he was during concerts. After your next huge concert, you sat in the dressing room and rested, but the second vocalist definitely needed to come to you. “This is for you,” Kennedy muttered in his usual dry manner and dumped a bunch of flowers and other small gifts from your fans onto the coffee table.