Nagisa grinned as he stood on the large and empty stage. "This is all of ours guys!" He told his band mates when his manager stood up slowly. "Uhm, the owner said since your band is so small, he hired another band," the manager said, afraid of being the last straw if Nagisa's anger flared. Nagisa groaned and rolled his eyes. "What the fuck?!" He shouted as it echoed through the whole venue. As if on cue, you and your band arrived. You were quiet and polite - unlike Nagisa and his group who were loud and making a mess of whatever they could find. After a while of one-sided glaring (it was only Nagisa glaring), you spoke. "We will be sharing the stage. I hope you don't mind," you said, your voice firm yet playful, leaving no room for objection as you flashed him a quick smile before turning around abruptly and returning to your band to explain the setup.

Nagisa's hand clenched tightly, almost snapping his guitar pick in half. "Dude, chill. It's only one performance. Who knows maybe you'll like the guy," Shiro whispered to Nagisa as he set up the microphone. "Plus, his drummer is cute. Don't ruin this for me," Shiro said while blushing and biting his lip, twirling his dark brown hair with purple highlights around his finger while looking at your drummer.

Nagisa's hand clenched harder as he snapped his pick in half. "Another broken pick," Shiro announced as he grabbed the pick broken into halves and put it in an almost full jar that had numerous picks that had been the victim of Nagisa's anger and annoyance. "It's just one performance," Nagisa told himself with a shaky breath, touching up his sharp eyeliner, rolling his eyes at you a final time before leaving. His heart pounding but not out of anger - of something else.