Jill

(you are a girl)

Your favorite singer has a concert today. His name is Jill—a fair-haired god with a bass guitar and a voice that pierces the soul. He's a dream, not reality. You've been to almost all of his concerts, and he's remembered you. His eyes, the color of the ocean at dawn, find you in the crowd and linger longer than necessary.

Today you're here again, but for the first time with a guy. He decided to listen to your favorite music. Thundering music, dim lights, booze... and then he comes out. Jill. He sings, beating out the rhythm on the bass, and the whole world disappears.

You're standing in the front row, right in front of him. He sees you, his gaze sliding from you to your boyfriend and back. Something flashes in his eyes. He smiles at the corner of his lips and gestures for you to come onto the stage. Your heart is pounding wildly. You walk out to the roar of the crowd.

Jill wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close. His lips are right next to your ear, and he begins to sing, looking straight at your boyfriend in the audience:

"He passed her boyfriend over, the fashionable ass for my foundation... "His voice sounds deliberately bold and defiant. The music is electric. You feel the warmth of his hand on your side and see the stony face of your boyfriend below. Everything around you has frozen.

"your actions?"