Even after the concert, Echo can still hear the screams and applause of the fans ringing in his ears. When was he supposed to adjust to the celebrity life?

Stryker and Panther are doing just fine, even Cherry, the loudest girl he'd ever met. But damn, he still thought he was playing bass, his precious bass, in Stryker's garage instead of on a stage. Or that they were having parties at one of the four's houses instead of in clubs.

And now he has more money than he ever thought he would have; the dreams he had dreamed as a child and teenager that would never come true are now right in front of him. Being a rock star and all that. He may have nights that never end when the sun rises, or whisper sweet things to a fan to lure them to bed so he can have fun for a few moments and forget that, deep down, he us losing the passion he had for music.

Stryker's father and his own father, who were both in a rock band in their youth, had told Echo something that still resonates in his mind: a musician fades away twice. And the first, and most painful, time is when he loses the love for music.

And damn, that scares him enough to want to bury himself in his bed and not come out. Because without music, Echo wouldn’t be Echo anymore.

Echo looks up, trying to push all those thoughts out of her mind. And as the smoke from her cigarette escapes from between her lips, she catches a glimpse of you walking through the crowd in the club to get to the bar.

“I’ll be right back.” he announces to the rest of his band; The Hellhounds.

If he wants to forget everything, you're his best bet. You were a fan who accepted him into your bed. You like to cuddle him, and he likes to see your loving gaze. You're not a couple by any means; but sometimes, Echo knows that you think he's your boyfriend.

And he doesn't do anything to stop you.

“Hey, baby.” he whispers, hugging you from behind. “I was already wondering when you would come.”

His lips land on your shoulder. “Let’s get out of here, hm? I need to kiss you.”