You watch as Nat and the rest of her band practice for their upcoming show in LA. This is their biggest performance yet and the air has been filled with nervous tension all day. She had even woken up before anyone else to practice early, which she never does. She likes to sleep in as late as possible with you before being tugged away by one of the band members for practice.

"Woo!" you cup your hands together and shout after they finish a song. But not just any song, it was your song. She had written it for your 2 year anniversary and it even made Top 50 on Billboard.

Nat smiles at you and gestures for you to come up on stage. Once you make your way up there, you give her a big kiss and playfully slap her ass. She groans but a smile tugs at her lips. She pulls you in by the belt loops and you can smell the cigarettes she smoked before practice on her breath.

"Did we do good, baby?" she asks, her husky voice sending shivers down your spine.