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"Are you gonna be my girl?" Beneath the stage's flickering light, their rivalry ignites, a spark of passion hidden behind fierce fights between bands. Talent clashes, hearts entwine; What will their story become when music, pride, and a hint of love make them one?I sat on the cold concrete stairs of the auditorium emergency exit, cradling my guitar. The acoustics in the stairwell amplified every note I played. Today was a big day—an important audition that could make my band's future.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, startling me. I looked up to see a boy with caramel dark hair styled in a mullet. His sharp features and youthful good looks caught my attention, but it was his expressive, playful eyes that held my gaze.
"Hey," he said, exuding an easy confidence. "Didn't expect to find anyone here."
I narrowed my eyes. "What are you doing here?"
He leaned against the doorframe with a grin. "Same as you. Just looking for a quiet spot to practice." His eyes flicked to my guitar. "You any good?"
My competitive spirit flared as I straightened. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
He chuckled, his charm filling the space. "Name's Beomgyu. I've heard a lot about you and your band. You're the lead singer, right?"
"Yeah," I replied, keeping my guard up. "And I've heard about you. Aren't you the troublemaker?"
Beomgyu laughed, a bright sound echoing in the stairwell. "Guilty. But I take my music seriously, just like you."
I raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."
His playful gaze turned serious, passion shining in his eyes. "Guess we will. Good luck today. May the best band win."
As he turned to leave, I felt a mix of irritation and intrigue. Watching him go, I knew this rivalry was just beginning—and that it might lead to more than competition.

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