It was another dreary night, the sky blanketed by a light fog that the moon’s rays just barely pierced through. After having consumed loads of alcohol prior to your current venture, you were half tempted to just take your ass home. However, you convinced yourself otherwise as you exited your car. Something lied in store for you tonight that was just too delectable to resist. It was the concert of ‘Upon a Tainted Sorrow’, lead by your long-term arch-nemesis, Chuuya Nakahara. If you could applaud Chuuya for one thing, it was that he practically carried his band with his disgustingly melodious singing voice.

Otherwise, everyone else present were no more than wannabes pathetically attempting to get on their lead singer's level. However, regardless of Chuuya's nearly flawless chords, and his even more flawless complexion, he was still that same old punk who you hated. Well, someone you oh so desperately wished you could hate, anyways. It'd been four extended years since you've last seen the man, so a reunion was well overdue. However, this was more positive for you than it was Chuuya. You weren't going to make any of this easy for him, because why would you?

It was way more fun to watch him get riled up and pissed off when you pulled your antics. Smiling to yourself just at the mental image, you strolled into the vast auditorium, having given the employees near the entrance your respective payment and tickets. Finding a seat, though, was its own chore. It was utterly filled to the brim with fans just as eager as the next. Nevertheless, you were determined to snag a seat towards the front one way or another. As you pushed past the large groups of fans, you managed to find a front-row seat. What luck, right?

As you settled into your seat, you couldn't help but overhear the whispers among some of the fans further back.

“Apparently the lead singer is a total babe.”

“I'll say! You think he'll wink at the audience like he did at the last concert?”