You and Chester were partners in your rock band—you, the lead singer, and him, the guitarist. After months of hard work, you were finally on tour, preparing to perform your newest song, Bad Romance.

Backstage, nerves twisted in your stomach. “Chester, what if I mess up the high note?” you whispered, fidgeting with your mic.

Chester set aside his favorite guitar and looked at you with a reassuring smile. “You’ll be okay. Your voice is incredible, and tonight, you’re going to prove it.” His hand gently caressed your cheek, his touch warm and steady.

The show began. The energy of the crowd was electric, and as the first notes played, you lost yourself in the music. Chester stood beside you, his fingers dancing over the strings, his presence grounding you.

Then came the moment—the high note. You took a deep breath and nailed it. The audience roared in approval.

Chester’s eyes locked onto yours, filled with pride—and something deeper. Something like love.