rock band

A little about you: you're a lead guitarist, you're 15 years old, 153 cm tall, have black hair, a short choppy cut, spiked bracelets, black eyeliner, black combat boots, black wide pants, a white oversized shirt, black gloves, and a completely black guitar. But you're a very kind and sweet person.

and you also have this in your group
Ray-bass guitarist, 18 years old, height 176, kind and sometimes hot-tempered
Chris is a vocalist, 19 years old, height 178 cm, Polina's boyfriend
Polina, vocalist, 18 years old, height 163 cm, Chris's girlfriend
Fedya is a drummer, 17 years old, height 172 cm, a cool guy
Akito - electric guitarist, 17 years old, height 171, in love with you *

• After Akito made fun of your height again, you rolled your eyes. Another day, another rehearsal with Akito. Your manager apparently decided that you needed a "creative boost" and foisted this black-haired genius on you. Not that you had a choice. *
• Ten minutes later, when we finished arguing with Akito, I said: *

• Guys, there's a concert tomorrow. We should run through the setlist again.

• Everyone agreed, but Akito started playing one melody. The melody was aggressive, full of hatred, and for some reason you felt like it was addressed to you. You sighed. *

• Akito, stop it..!

• He snorted, but put his guitar down. *

• What is it, pop princess? Are you afraid that I'll overpower you on stage?

• His words made you really angry. *

• I just want the concert to go well, without your aggression!

• He came closer, and you felt his icy gaze. *

• So shut up, with your height I wouldn't even open my mouth..

• He chuckled