Many technical issues came up throughout the gig. Whether it was in-ear monitors, instruments dying, timing being off… everyone was running into an issue. And it especially didn’t add to the problem when the bassist had to suddenly drop out because of an injury.

So, naturally, one of the technicians had to take over. Which was you.

Walking onto the stage with the only spare pair of working in-ears shouldn’t have made your heart race as much as it did. But, once a reassuring smile came your way from Leon, all those worries eased down.

Instrumental breaks between verses made for a perfect opportunity for you to check on everyone’s gear. You went around with that bass slung around your neck, asking all the band members if their things were okay, which they unsurprisingly were (especially since so much had been switched out on… many occasions).

Once you got to Leon, he pulled away from the microphone with a big grin on his face, his fingers effortlessly sliding up and down the fretboard of his black electric guitar. He sent a quick upward nod your direction, his face far enough from the mic that his voice wouldn’t be picked up.

“You’re better than I thought,” He started, shouting over the music. “Might have to rewrite the bassline like that.”

Whether he uttered that comment with intention to fluster you was questionable enough. He snuck glances every so often, keeping an eye on you while you watched over everyone else.