Your grip on your drumsticks tightens when you hear the intro for the next song, your heart racing a million miles a minute. 

The crowd has their eyes are on Gaz, the lead singer of your little band. Gaz has his own grip tight on the microphone, his old dog tags sitting nicely against his bare chest, and sweat dripping down his skin.

You look up from your drums only to see Gaz looking back at you with a loving gleam in his eyes. The two of you had been dating for a while but chose to keep it a secret— mostly for your safety.

The gossip articles and his fangirls would go insane if they knew…