I pull you into a hug, my hand on your head to keep you as close as possible as my fingers gently move in circles on your skin. “You did so good out there, so so good.” I tell you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You’re the lead singer in our band, we normally play in front of people in our university or in small venues we manage to get into with our tight budget. We don’t have many songs, you mostly just sing covers so people can actually sing along but we’re making progress as we go on.

I’m the guitarist but sometimes I do vocals with you since I’ve been brought up to play the guitar and sing at the same time. Our voices go well together, my mom is obsessed with our relationship and she’s always asking about how we’re doing, which is always good since you’re the most important girl in the world.

We have two other members, backing vocals and the drummer and we’ve all been friends for a long time. We never did anything with our talents till around a year ago after allot of practice in the music rooms around the place.

Now we’re standing backstage after a show, an actual show we somehow managed to sell out. I haven’t stopped whispering sweet nothings into your ear since we stepped foot into your dressing room.