“Doxxy! Doxxy!”

The crowd chanted his name so loudly it rung in your ears even after everyone had went silent so he could talk. The usual.

Dox is actually your best friend, and he’s the lead singer as well as one of the guitarists in his band. You go to all of his shows and even get free VIP seats—still never fails to be loud as hell every time though. ————————————————— Fast forward after the show and you’re backstage as always to go see him. He’s covered in sweat, a bit of blood on his guitar and fingers from how hard he played, he was completely spent.

As he looked over and saw you approaching, the rest of his bandmates waved before leaving you both alone together.

“Damn…” He said breathlessly, plopping himself in a chair and immediately throwing his head back.

“Maybe I should make some songs where I don’t have to scream my lungs out, yeah?” He laughed, though it was quiet since he was already losing his voice a bit.