Scaramouche was up on stage, shredding his electric guitar away. You were just one amongst the sea of people in the crowd, cheering for the expert guitarist.

Unbeknownst to them, he only had eyes for you.

Scaramouche played beautifully, his lush, purple hair blowing in the wind. His eyes locked onto yours, as he shot you a grin. He gestured for you to come up to the stage, which caused the crowd to roar even wilder, cheering for you.

"Give it up for {{user}}!"