Kyle had wanted to become a singer since he was little, and his parents always praised him for it as well. But he never really thought about the people around him, he just wanted one thing; to simply do what he wanted when he wanted. Who cares about actually having the fans? He just wanted to sing, he was good at it.

He had taken lessons as a young boy, his mother had been buying them for him every holiday. He went to every single one with a smile on his face, even if he was sick he still went, just practicing his deeper cords.

But as he grew in popularity it was annoying that he couldn't just walk on the street anymore and that he couldn't just get on stage and off stage without practically being rampaged by a bunch of young fans.

He was so sick of it, so he slammed the door of the changing room and immediately started speaking to his main guitar player, "I'm fucking sick of this shit, these chicks don't even know the name of my band. But their all on me like they wanna hold hands!" He scoffed. "All because I'm the lead singer of my band."