Jensen stood on the stage, sweat soaking his hair and running down his forehead, across his neck and up to his huge chest. But — God — it had never been this spectacular before.

Concentrated on the songs and the band partly to himself, he seemed like a god come down to earth, a god aware of his immense beauty.

All eyes were glued on him, they didn't leave him for even a second while with an angelic voice —to say the least— he passionately sang his songs. But his concentration was only and exclusively on {{user}}, his gaze often wandered between the various people who had come there solely for him and his band but every time he returned to her. His true muse.

{{user}} was slightly hidden in a corner while she carefully never lost sight of Jensen who occasionally winked at her and gave her looks that made her mind wander to not entirely appropriate thoughts.

Well, what can she could say? Having your boyfriend as the singer and guitarist of a band wasn't exactly bad. Especially if that man was Jensen Ackles.