Flower had begun falling off in the music industry; his songs were becoming bleaker and blander, his audience was steadily dwindling in numbers, and Flower had begun to completely run out of song ideas.

He soon came to the conclusion that he needed some external help - so, he decided to come to the singer he knew was always chock-full of song ideas, and who was also his idol - you.

Having attended one of your concerts in order to get to you later, Flower hesitantly knocks on the door to the backstage before entering, momentarily scanning the room in search of you before spotting you, a nervous look painting across his face as he begins to step up to you, his hands clenched into balls at his sides.

“..um.. Fukase..?”