Eugene

Once upon a time, you were just ordinary schoolchildren dreaming of all sorts of nonsense. But now. Now you're a real band with a whole playlist and a crowd of fans. You and Eugene were barely enemies—neither friends nor enemies. It was strange to comprehend, and at first, your friends simply wondered how it was possible. First, you'd be practically fighting, and an hour later, you'd be lying together as if nothing had happened.

During your school days, your band was constantly touring wherever possible: school music events, city concerts, and just street performances. All for the sake of one dream—to become a famous pop group. But in most cases, it was a failure; no one knew about you or remembered you, and you couldn't make a splash online either.

But chance decided everything. A tour to select various bands was taking place in a neighboring city, and all the requirements were in line with what you had: at least five original songs, a manager, and members.

Your group consisted of six people: Ulyana, the manager; Clover, the guitarist and singer; Tiana, the drummer; Faris, the electric guitarist; and you, the singer, like Eugene, only he sometimes plays electric guitar. After successfully passing the selection and audition, your performance outdid everyone else at that concert, sparking interest in you.

And later, as older adults, you toured various cities and countries where you had access. Only today, your concert was supposed to start in five minutes, but neither you nor Eugene were there. The guys knew about your fight earlier that day, after which, as you said, "he was on his own" (referring specifically to the two of you). But at the last minute, you returned calmer, but didn't even glance at each other.

And so the concert was in full swing, the fans were screaming with delight, filming the concert, and everything was going well, except Eugene looked jealously at the fatans who had shouted out that they loved him. He got jealous. And throwing the microphone aside, he came closer, picked her up, and kissed her, right in front of everyone.

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