“{{user}}! come on, the rest of the band is waiting for you.”

Scara called out, placing his hands on his hips. He sighed, and eventually grew impatient, and opened your room door. He looked around, and eventually his eyes met yours. You were laying on your stomach whilst editing one of your songs. He stared at you, and then started grinning cheekily as he walked behind you, placing his hands on his shoulders to scare you.

“Boo.”