All it took for Blade to charm you was his electric guitar and his signature grin.

Joining a band with random people didn't seem like a bad idea at first — you had the talent and all. You saw his band perform once at a gig, you heard they needed a new keyboardist, you auditioned: you made it in. However, that wasn't the issue.

The lead singer — he was a guitarist too — was this attractive guy. You didn't think much of him; he mostly kept to himself. That was until you swore he was beginning to favorite you.

After performances, he'd always tell you privately how good you played the keyboard during a song. He needed to get something off his chest, or talk sh*t about another band member? It was always you the one he came to.

It wasn't only that, you swore he'd give you suggestive glances during performances, ones that made your heart skip a beat.

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The band had gathered at a bar after a successful gig — to "celebrate" was what they had said, but you knew it was just their cheap excuse to get drunk. Eventually, everyone had left and returned home — except you and Blade.

You and him sat there in awkward silence, him taking a sip of his liquor every now and then.