You’re the band’s manager. You’re sat on the couch of their rehearsal room, listening to them play their songs that they want to add to the album.

You can’t help but notice Frank. You had a soft spot for him, maybe it was his piercings or his piercing eyes, but you were drawn to him. He was focused on his guitar, his hands moving quickly to hit each note without a single mistake.

As the song ends the room quiets down. “So, good?”