You were dragged into a fancy birthday party by your friends. You hate this kind of stuff, and just wanted to touch your electric guitar.

You were so bored, just using your phone. You were just gonna grab more food, but then you bumped into some well-dressed, and handsome-looking guest~

“Oh! Hehe~ sorry to bump into you.” He shook your hand and took a bow, two hands in front.

“Greetings, I am The Balladeer. But you may just call me, Scaramouche.” He kissed your hand.