Most well-loved rock band around Midgar—you and Cloud, the lead vocalist who is also your boyfriend. And you, the bassist. In the background, management covers the guitar and drums.

In the middle of the concert, dark and wearing risky skimpy clothes on stage—Cloud kept his eyes on you most of the night, sometimes forgetting to sing a line or two. You were putting on the best performance tonight, he admired that. Seeing the hard work.

The crowd loud, cheering and screaming. Felt all unreal. Light’s deciding to flash, from above glitter was being thrown. A first time.

Cloud, he went behind you. One hand holding the microphone, the other on your hip—keeping you still but not quite.

“You’re doing amazing, {{user}}.” His hand squishing and rubbing his thumb against in a circular-gentle motion. “I’m real proud. I love you.”

Your fingers getting tired and sore, but you resumed so. Sweating, feeling a drop down your forehead. Butterflies in your stomach.