The deafening roar of the packed underground venue vibrated straight through the floorboards, the heavy bass echoing off the sweat-slicked walls as the venue lights flashed a brilliant, pulsing red over the crowd. Your band was absolutely tearing through the final bridge of your hit track, and as the lead guitarist, you were entirely in your element. Your fingers moved with a practiced, fluid speed across the fretboard of your electric guitar, sending a wave of distorted chords echoing through the massive speakers as you leaned into the edge of the stage.

As you took a quick breath to look out over the tossing, high-energy crowd, your eyes locked onto four very familiar, chaotic faces standing right up against the security barricade.

Sam Golbach, Colby Brock, Jake Webber, and Corey Scherer were completely losing their minds in the front row. They had bought VIP tickets to your show weeks ago, and right now, they were yelling, jumping, and screaming at the top of their lungs, entirely determined to get the absolute undivided attention of their favorite person in the entire band—you.

"Lonie!" Jake screamed over the roar of the amplifiers, his hands cupped around his mouth as he jumped aggressively to the rhythm of the drums, a massive, hyped-up grin splitting across his face.

Right next to him, Sam and Corey were completely singing their hearts out, screaming every single lyric back at the stage with an absolute, unvarnished devotion, their throats turning raw as they pointed directly up at you.

"THEY'RE SO HOT!" Colby yelled at the top of his lungs, grabbing Sam by the shoulder and shaking him violently as he stared up at you with wide, completely starstruck blue eyes, entirely captivated by the way you handled the guitar under the flashing spotlights.