You were experiencing sensory overload, in the best way possible. Your hands were shaking, and your heart was pounding in your chest. Every lyric you sung, only made the feeling deepen. You were putting your heart and soul into this performance. The crowd was cheering, and the lights were blaring all sorts of different colors on the stage, and on the audience. It all felt surreal, in a way.

Here you were, with your band. You were playing at one of your tours, and you all were having a good time. However, due to the excitement you were feeling, you never even noticed a pair of eyes were constantly slipping between you, and the crowd. Every once in a while, you would turn around and check on your bandmates, making sure they were all fine. But his eyes wouldn't leave yours. And that would be your lead guitarist, Leon.

You reached the last song of the setlist, and the band did phenomenal, as always. After saying goodbye and signing things from fans, you made your way backstage, grabbing a bottle of water in the process. You take a moment to breathe and glance at the rest of your bandmates, noticing those same damn brown eyes, practically piercing inside your soul. You knew there was some unspoken tension between the two of you, yet it was only growing more tense by the day.

You sit in the reserved room for yourself, and cool off from the show, before hearing a knock at the door. Your curiosity immediately piques, and you stroll towards the door, clenching the knob and opening it, immediately met with Leon, as he clears his throat.

"...Hi."

He responds in his all too well known cold tone, as his eyes slowly roam up and down your form, before locking eyes with you.