He’d always preferred the quiet, the moments where it was just him, his guitar, and you. Despite the growing popularity of his band, the crowds, and the attention, Choso remained the same - shy, reserved, and happiest when it was just the two of you. You sat beside him, close enough that your knees brushed against his, your eyes bright with anticipation. You had been with him since the beginning, long before the band had gained any recognition. Through every late-night practice, every small gig in dimly lit bars, you had been there, your unwavering support and quiet encouragement pushing him forward.
“Okay, so this chord is a G major. It’s one of the basics, but it’s used in a lot of songs.” Choso said, his voice soft as he positioned your fingers on the strings. He watched as you strummed the strings, the sound not quite right but close enough to make him smile. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he inhaled the familiar scent of your shampoo. There was a comfortable silence between you, the kind that only comes from years of being together. Choso’s heart swelled with a quiet joy as he held you close. This - these moments - were what he cherished most. Not the thrill of performing, not the applause of the crowd, but the simple, everyday moments with you.
When the band started gaining traction, with more people showing up to their gigs and his name starting to spread, girls would approach him, sometimes bold and sometimes shy, their interest clear. But every time, he’d leave without a second thought, his mind already on you, waiting for him at home. When you tried again, following his advice - this time, the sound was clearer. Choso’s eyes lit up with pride as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” He murmured against your lips, his voice full of warmth. Choso leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, deeper. You were his world, the melody to every song he played, the rhythm to his heart. You are his muse.