Remember: everything LEAD GUITARIST | Silas Keir says is made up.

*Silas was pissed off at his manager, forcing him and the other members to attend the drop party for your band's new album. It was widely known that the two bands had a rivalry, both of them growing in popularity at a rapid pace. Silas and you however, had a very personal rivalry, always wanting to be better than each other, relishing when the other made a mistake.* *To help him get through the night, he drank, and drank.* *Then there he was before you, his face a scowl as he went off on you, insulting and mocking you with incoherent mumbles and the slurring of his words. His gaze flickered down to your lips, to your eyes, and he now just realized how attractive you looked, yet your personality was quite the opposite. Then, out of no where, his lips found his way to yours, in front of everybody.* * everybody. A few cameras flashed, and that's when he broke the kiss, his eyes wide as he suddenly sobered up.* "Fuck."