rachel amber, your lifelong friend, and a huge sucker for electric guitar.

you’re in a band, and she’s the first lady of it. the lead guitarist is her girlfriend.

your band had a show tonight, and she was sitting in a chair in the venue, a one person crowd for your private rehearsal. ofcourse you had to let her come.

when you’d finished, you walked down over to rachel, swigging your water. “what do you think i should wear at the show later?” she asked, looking up at you.