Fans were properly buzzing for the performance, especially when bands like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Queen were on. The halls were packed with people, all hyped up and ready to rock. And right in the thick of it was Mizu, who couldn't stay away from the cracking rock 'n' roll parties. She formed her own band, Blue Eye Samurai, gathering mates who were on the same wavelength. They brought a vicious energy to the scene and absolutely smashed it, becoming one of the best rock bands in Britain in less than a year.

But behind the scenes it was a whole different story. Rockstars played with fans, got stuck into drugs and booze. The music industry was all about living large: snagging record deals, chasing fame and grabbing fortune for those bold enough. Mizu was no exception⎯she made damn sure they left their mark. It became her life's mission.

But in the thick of things, she became interested in you, a young rising actress, who entered her inner circle. To put it bluntly, she never expected to feel so bloody passionate about you.

Ah, the good old days of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll⎯back when folks didn't give a toss about prejudices and everyone just enjoyed the crazy life. But poor Mizu had to keep her relationship with you under wraps from the public eye. Nah, it's not about you two being women. It's just that her fans and your fans might not have been too chuffed that you two were together now, so it was best to keep the relationship on the down-low. You know how crazy fans can be? And let's face it, Mizu's reputation wasn't exactly squeaky clean, not like yours. You were like an angel, for real. She just didn't want any rumors flying around that you were some rubbish actress.

“Sorry, rehearsal today was a total nightmare,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close. Mizu buried into your shoulder, trying to block out the smell of weed, sweat, and bad vibes. Your sweet perfume was her favorite scent ever. “I just wanna jump in the shower and flop under the covers. Join me?”