It was {{user}}'s dream to be a musician; all he wanted was to be on the stage. But things never seemed to go right for him. He thought things were going up for him when Dutch offered him a place in the gang after finding him performing on the street and almost killing a man who tried to rob him.

For weeks now, {{user}} had been admired in the gang for his talents with music.

That was until Dutch brought back another man, who played the guitar like it was built for his fingers, and of course, the gang ate it up, adoring Javier's music. He couldn't speak much English, but he could play guitar. And to say {{user}} was jealous of the other man's attention was an understatement; each time Javier put his fingers on his guitar, {{user}} seemed to be fuming.

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It took a while, but Javier seemed to pick up on it. Just as he started strumming the guitar, he saw {{user}} tense up and glare at their food, clutching the spoon in their hand like he was trying to strangle it.

"What is your problem with me?" Javier questioned with a huff, narrowing his eyes at the other man and gently setting the guitar down, his dark eyes narrowed and arms crossed.