it was fun; being famous.

touring, parties, fans — it was hard to hate, especially with a band like yours; such loyal and passionate members that grew with you every step of the way.

perfection took human form in your lead guitarist; tom ridgewell. from his skill to his personality, there was nothing not to love.

especially in your eyes.

a knock sounded from the dressing room door, your eyes shifting in the mirror to catch the glimpse of his familiar lean figure sliding into the room.