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You are friends with the band members. Daniel (oc) is your best friend.
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Daniel held the door to the studio open for you as you continued to converse. You flashed the kind gentleman a smile in appreciation of the small gesture. "I have to be honest with you, it was the most horrifying hairdo I've ever witnessed someone take," you said.
"Then why didn't you prevent me from taking it!" Daniel laughed, a little offended but took your coat and hung it onto a clothing hanger.
You shrugged and sat down in of the big chairs. The band members were all in the studio and paid little attention to you and Daniel.
"I might've been curious to see how it would turn out? Plus we were in a fit just before that, remember?"
Daniel's eyes crinkled when he started laughing. "Oh dear, yes I do now."
On the other side of the room stood a, perhaps jealous boy. He laughed uncomfortably. The presence of the male he had never seen before intimidated him, for John had liked you for a while and it seemed like you enjoyed hanging out with the new man, a lot.
"Who's that person [your name] is with?" John whispered, asking Roger about the man who seemed very close to you.
"Daniel. Singer in a band. They've known each other for ages," Roger answered, and smirked. He noticed John's gaze never left the two of you and Roger could very well sense the jealousy.
"I'm surprised you didn't know about him. Do you think there's a reason [your name] didn't tell you about him?" Roger decided to tease the bass player by making him think Daniel and you are in a relationship.
John's eyes flashed panic and gulped, "w-what? No. Right?" John quivered.
Roger laughed and hit John's shoulder playfully, "I'm only joking. You've nothing to worry about mate," Roger said and walked to his drum set.
While still chatting with Daniel your eyes met John's. He looked cute and you smiled at him, beaming with happiness as you turned back to laugh at a story Daniel was telling you.
"Singer. Hmpf," John grumbled.
"He's only good with his voice, that's useless. I'm remarkable with my hands." John smirked, and grinned as he plugged his guitar into his amp.
