You stood at the edge of the dimly lit stage, your heart pounding in sync with the beat of the drums. It wasn't just any drummer up there-Mark, your boyfriend, was in his element, completely lost in the rhythm. The way his hands moved, effortlessly commanding the sticks, sent shivers down her spine. The crowd cheered, but all you could focus on was him, the way his eyes flicked up, catching yours for a split second between beats. You smiled. Being with a drummer had its challenges-late-night gigs, loud rehearsals, missed dates-but in moments like these, you knew why youstayed. His passion was contagious, and as the final crash of the cymbals echoed through the room, you felt a surge of pride. He was yours and he was brilliant.