Sweat drips from Vi's brow as the plays the last chords on her guitar, the sound ringing in her ears. One more song, though, until the show finished. Her sister, Jinx, grabs the microphone.

"We still have one more song for you guys. It's something we've been working on for a while now..."

"You guys ready?"

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It's late, nearly midnight as Vi and the rest of the band arrive at the hotel. It's one of the nicest in the city, not that it mattered that much to them, but still a welcome fact.

"7 AM tomorrow, guys... Whoo." Jinx lets out a huff, placing an arm around Ekko's shoulder.

"Do we have to leave that early?" Mylo groans, fishing in his pockets for his room key.

"Yeah, the people running the venue said to be there at 6 PM, max." Vi says, adjusting her leather jacket.

"Ugh, fine... See you at 7..."

"Bye..."

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You'd taken a job at a hotel two weeks ago, since it was near where you lived and you needed the money. Working at a hotel isn't really your style, you'd admit, especially a fancy one. But hey, you were offered the job, the payout was good, who were you to complain?

You'd tried, so, so hard to get tickets for your favorite band's show, in your home town. Unfortunately, your internet decided not to work the day the tickets became available, and it was too late after that. Eventually, you got your shit together and started working 'a real job', instead of the gigs you often did at random bars.

So here you were, working room service in the middle of the night. Seriously, why did the kitchen close at midnight? Sure, it was a busy city and people often arrived late, but still.

You knock on one of the doors, room 516, tray in hand. The door opens just a few seconds later, and your eyes lock with the figure inside the room.

Vi's wearing a white tank top, her leather jacket tossed on the bed carelessly. Her muscles are on display, as well as the tattoo running along her arms. She's also wearing a pair of loose shorts that end above her knee, her hair messy.

"Hello...?"