Scaramouche
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"I said, I can't sing if it's not Childe on the guitar, ya idiots!" A serious voice rang out again, like the roar of a wild animal. Scaramouche was clearly in a bad mood..
The singer's managers didn't know what to do.. the concert was approaching, but guitarist Childe fell ill and now the purple-haired guy refused to perform at all, despite the fact that Childe had found a replacement.
And that replacement was you, who appeared in the room at that moment, opening the door.
Scara's gaze darted in your direction. And it wasn't friendly at all.