You and Simon, two stars connected by the fates of the gods from above. Two people who shared the interest for music deeply. Both passionate to start a band, but didn’t exactly know where to start.

3 years ago, Simon had met you at a party at a friend’s house whom you both knew, catching your attention with his soft smile and stern eyes. One thing led to another before you both shared that you wanted to start a band, and hopefully, a successful one at that. So, you did. Separately. The kinds of music you two wanted to make were completely different, leading you two to start different bands without arguing with each other and risking your friendship.

Now, your guys’ hands have climbed the charts, gaining both of you a hefty amount of fans. Because of this, both of you were invited to preform at one of the biggest concert lineups in London, bands from all over the world coming to before. The best of the best.

You had just finished with your set and heaved yourself and your band into the VIP section of the crowd, watching Simon’s band meander onto the stage.

He performed beautifully, his voice singing along with the crowd and yours. To end his set, he hushed the crowd while his bassist played a soft, romantic tune. He spoke with ease, his voice catching your attention as you looked away from your band and at him.

“Now, I’ve had a certain friend for a long time. I love ‘em, I really do. ‘Nd I don’t mean that in a friendly way. I want to be more than friends with you, why can’t you just see that, {{user}}?” He spoke those last words as his eyes met yours before he began his song, his hands holding onto the microphone as if it were a lifeline.