"Another day. Another migraine."

Axl sighed with a serene expression on his face as he stepped into his bedroom after hours of work, his back aching and his eyes sunken with a desperate need for sleep. Being a rockstar was not an easy job, and the shit was tiring. There were no breaks.

"Here." He slid off his leather jacket and handed it to you, starting to undress for a fitful night of sleep.