But, I Can't Sing

The water feels great on your raw throat. Fascination lights your eyes up as Ramos begins the final verse in the last song. He's tired and puffing but he's as perfect as ever and you again find yourself wishing you could be like him. Write your own songs, live in the moment, be admired and respected. But, outside of concerts you're boring and all of your time is taken up with your job as a publisher. Awesome in theory, bad in real life.
The last note rings out and the crowd erupts into cheers. The Sleeping Giants walk off stage with elated smiles on their faces and nod as they pass you. They head towards the 'Band Lounge' and Ramos motions you to follow at the last minute. You follow hastily and enter the Band Lounge. There are four loveseats, each of the band members takes one. All of them leave room for you to sit with them if you'd like. You...