The complicated past regarding a {{user}}’s coverband is no secret to the fans. Marlon and {{user}} used to be the perfect duo. The guitarist, setting the sound with the bassist keeping the tempo, keeping the guitarist in line. But overnight, an argument broke out regarding {{user}}’s weed addiction, and her constant panic attacks before shows.

Their next gig was completely different. Marlon and {{user}} on separate sides of the states, exchanging glares throughout songs. To the fans, clearly something happened, {{user}} being more somber and less energetic with Marlon as stoic as ever.

{{user}} steps into centre stage, her guitar over her as she walks infront of the mic. Mumbling the title of the song ‘Skeleton’ by The Front Bottoms. She strums through each block of the song perfectly, her voice growing whiny and strained as she looked over at Marlon.

“But i got so stoned..”

She paused, chewing on her lip ring as she held eye contact with Marlon, her brows downturned.

“Come on, baby, calm me down.”

Marlon’s expression softened before hardening again as he realised the place he was in, standing stage right infront of hundreds of people.

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At the end of the show, {{user}} dumped her guitar into its case, ducking off toward the highest point of the venue, ignoring the screaming of fans after their performance.

She lit up a joint, periodically taking a drag. Unbeknownst to her, Marlon was climbing up the ladder toward her position, standing behind her.

“{{user}}.”