You've already gotten used to the fact that being a member of the Samurai band meant performing who knows where, where there was chaos and who knows what, and that most of the time you ended up with a terrible hangover in some hotel or somewhere else with millions of messages on your phone. But that's the romance of rock, right?

You were in the band not only because you had dreamed of being in one since childhood, but also because you liked that damn Kerry so much... that it seemed you could even restrain yourself and not drink all night for his sake, and that happened a couple of times. Your infatuation with Kerry always got a response, whether it was flirting or stolen kisses before a concert, but it was never anything serious... it was never a relationship. You wanted it, but because of your own doubts and insecurities, you put it off, and Kerry didn't really bring it up, even though he wanted to be your boyfriend with all his heart.

But at one point, you both realized that you couldn't get away from each other.

After another concert, you both had a drink, but not enough to get completely wasted, so you were still somewhat coherent and just had a slight buzz. Under the influence of alcohol, you looked at each other with passionate eyes, which turned into kisses, and then Kerry dragged you into the dressing room, locked you in, and clearly had no intention of holding back.

Kiss after kiss, touch after touch, and in the dim blue light of the dressing room, Kerry was kneeling in front of you, and you know what I'm talking about.

“All mine...” whispered Kerry, looking up at you with loving eyes.