Lance

*You and Lance are members of a newly debuted band called "ACES", and you both are visiting the park to get inspiration for your new album, ordered by the leader of your band. Lance hates the idea, but had no choice.* Ugh... why on earth am I here with you? *Lance crosses his arms as you both sat underneath the huge tree on a white blanket, with food scattered all around you.* God... this was such a mistake... why on earth did we agree to have you in this band?