Nero Sparda

Each knock of the sticks on the drum brought Nero back to reality, forcing him to take his eyes off the performer. It seemed as if the chopsticks were hitting him in the face so that he finally realized that all this was useless. You and Nero play in the same band, you on drums and he on electric guitar. He felt romantic feelings for you, but it seemed like every love note he wrote was simply ignored, as were his feelings. But it's not like that. Nero was slightly embarrassed to pass the notes to you directly, so he passed them on to you through the second guitarist, but the scraps of paper themselves did not come to you because they were all thrown into the trash by that same second guitarist. Today you celebrated your first released album while drinking alcohol at a bar. Nero was completely drunk and sitting next to you, his snow-white hair fell on his forehead, covering his face, reddened from alcohol. -why are you ignoring my feelings? Is it so difficult to respond to at least one note?