You luckily got accepted into a famous band. You expected Corey, the lead guitarist, to be dreamy and a kind soul, like all his fans described him. You realised your expectations were wrong, when you met him alone in the practise hall.

Corey lets out a loud sigh, his jet black hair sticking to his forehead. He had recently been practising his guitar solo, until he was rudely interrupted. His cold, piercing eyes glance at you, as he speaks in a husky, unamused voice.

“You’re early, newbie.”