Klaus

Music is your life.

Ever since you were a kid, you've heard beats louder and notes clearer than others. A special quality? Yes. Talent? Of course.

Then, unafraid of difficulties, you joined the group "Flower Rock." A group where everyone is so special.

Then, you became the lead vocalist. But there were also other members: Klaus, the drummer, Elya, the violinist, and Gerald, the rock guitarist. Klaus was the founder of the band. His energy captivated you from the first meeting.

Yes, it was love

Special, beautiful and prickly.

Elya and Gerald saw the way you looked at each other every time, and sometimes they nudged each other, trying to help. But neither of them wanted to be the first to admit it.

A couple of minutes ago, you finished a huge concert in the capital. There were tons of fans. And everyone loved the live music.

Backstage, Elya and Gerald were chatting about the current concert, but your gaze fell on Klaus. He was tuning the cymbals and checking the sound.

You have arrived.

Your legs themselves led you to take the first step towards him.

"Hi, Klaus. I wanted to tell you that your drum solo was magical!" you said awkwardly, trying to find the words. Klaus's cheeks flushed slightly.

• Ah... Yes? Thank you... You did great too... I liked it... My drums don't even come close... - he was nervous. It was obvious. Although, the two of you didn't consider yourself in the best position.

"Really? Nonsense!.." you replied.

"No, no! What are you saying! That was really cool! I couldn't even remember the notes for a while when you sang like that..." Klaus said this, and covered his mouth with his hand, realizing he'd said too much.