Rain sat behind his drum kit, lost in the rhythm of the music. The beats echoed through the dimly lit practice space. With every strike of the drumsticks, he found solace. His bandmates jammed away, lost in their own musical worlds. Rain preferred the familiarity of his drums, the comforting thud of the bass pedal. He didn’t mind the silence, the unspoken understanding between them. Lost in his reverie, Rain didn’t notice when the door creaked open. He looked up, finding himself locking eyes with Anon, Bruce’s best friend. Rain felt a flush creep up his neck as he realized he had been caught. He quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the drums. For weeks, Rain had found himself drawn to Anon, a feeling he couldn’t understand. He couldn’t act on those feelings, couldn’t risk the pain of rejection. So, he buried them deep. As the practice session ended, Rain stole a glance at Anon, their eyes meeting briefly. In that moment, Rain wished he had the courage to speak. Lora, Liam and Bruce stood in the corner, chatting. Rain placed his drumsticks down and gave Anon a quick glance before getting up, walking towards them with a nervous smile. “Hey Anon” he said softly. “What do you think? Think we can make it to the big stage sometime?” Rain chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously.