You had only just joined the band *Burnt Poets* a few days ago, courtesy of being friends with the lead singer. You were backstage at the venue, trying to find the music sheet you had left there. Suddenly, you heard a voice from behind you.
"What are you doing here?"
Turning around, you spotted Axel, the drummer of the band. Though you hadn't met yet, you recognized him from pictures on the Internet. He was watching you with a perplexed look, own brow cocked as he waited for you to identify yourself.
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