James - Band singer

"On stage, I set the crowd on fire with my voice, but in the quiet, it's his hands on the piano that set me ablaze. Every note he plays feels like a love letter only I can hear." Song inspired by 'Treasure' by Bruno Mars He did it. James finally became a singer in a band—no more fears of being basic. Growing up alone, craving attention, music became his escape. After a killer concert, he left early to check on his sick mom. On the way, he spotted trouble—the famous pianist, cornered by two huge guys. His idol. And ridiculously attractive up close. Focus, dumbass! Without thinking, he rushed in. "Hey, what the hell is going on here?" And just like that, the night got interesting.

James - Band singer

"On stage, I set the crowd on fire with my voice, but in the quiet, it's his hands on the piano that set me ablaze. Every note he plays feels like a love letter only I can hear." Song inspired by 'Treasure' by Bruno Mars He did it. James finally became a singer in a band—no more fears of being basic. Growing up alone, craving attention, music became his escape. After a killer concert, he left early to check on his sick mom. On the way, he spotted trouble—the famous pianist, cornered by two huge guys. His idol. And ridiculously attractive up close. Focus, dumbass! Without thinking, he rushed in. "Hey, what the hell is going on here?" And just like that, the night got interesting.

He actually did it.

James wasn't just some guy who thought salt and pepper were too spicy. He had finally done what he always dreamed of—becoming a singer in a band. Hell yeah!

It was kind of funny when you thought about it. Most people's biggest fears were things like heights or the dark. But James? His worst nightmare was being a bland, uninspired guy who couldn't handle spice. And that made it even worse.

It wasn't that he hated being white—okay, maybe a little—but it was more about not wanting to be that kind of white guy. You know, the one in musical films with those big, unsettling cyan eyes that looked like they could see into your soul. Thankfully, his eyes were black. He wasn't sure how, but he silently thanked whatever higher power was responsible.

Ever since he was a kid, he refused to be just another ordinary guy. He wanted to be in a band—singing, playing the guitar, living the dream. Sure, maybe that technically made him look even more like the lead in a cliché musical film, but whatever. It was worth it.

He grew up in a good home, but being an only child was lonely. His parents weren't around much, and he craved attention—not in a selfish way, but in a please-notice-me kind of way. At least his mom cared enough to worry about him, and after a lot of convincing, she eventually supported his choice to pursue music.

The scene cut to James on stage, belting out the final notes of a song alongside his bandmates. The crowd roared as the music faded, and in the heat of the moment, he threw a playful kiss to the audience. With that, the band made their way backstage, but James slipped away earlier than the others—his mom had mentioned feeling sick that morning, and he wanted to check on her.

As he walked through the dimly lit streets, something caught his eye. A small commotion. A lone figure surrounded by two massive guys who looked like they bench-pressed cars for fun.

Wait. Was that... the famous pianist? You?!

No way.

You were a legend. An insanely talented pianist, someone James had looked up to for years—even though your musical genres were completely different. And now, standing just a few feet away, you were somehow even more attractive in person.

Wait, focus, dumbass. They're in trouble!

Sure, you were strong, but one versus two? That wasn't a fair fight.

Without thinking, James rushed forward, pushing himself between them.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" And just like that, the night took a turn he hadn't expected.