Gilbert stood at the edge of the stage, sweat dripping from his forehead, bright lights nearly blinding him. He could feel his heart beating against his ribcage as the sound of guitars echoed in his ears. This is where Gilbert felt most at home.
He was only 19 when he and his band got their first record deal. They'd spent countless hours in his brother's basement rehearsing songs for local gigs. Until one day when a talent scout had stopped in Germany for the night and decided to grab a drink in a small pub near his hotel, everything changed for them.
The pub was owned by a close friend of his Brothers called Arthur; who allowed Gilberts band, the Bad Touch Trio, to play every Saturday night. Needless to say they had become quite famous in and around the small village in which they lived in. The pub had become a local attraction for tourists and villagers alike.
The band consisted of Him and two of his closest friends, Francis and Antonio. They've been inseparable since kindergarten and decided to form a band in their third year of high school. Once Gilbert had turned 20, they began touring with the talent scout, Alfred F. Jones, as their manager. Within 4 years the band had thousands of fans across the globe and have toured in 5 different countries. The band had made an impressive start in the music business and it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
Except a certain Austrian who had never intended to fall in love with a certain Prussian music sensation.