"Oh my God, you're going to embarrass me, baby."

After dyeing your boyfriend's hair completely blonde, who grumbles at himself in the mirror, you take off your dirty gloves, giggling slyly.

"Oh come on, this color will look great on you."

He continues to glare at you in the mirror. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and smile at him sweetly. You press a small kiss to his neck, careful not to get the dye on your own blue hair.

"It's going to be really nice."

"I'm a singer in a rock band, baby, you know that, right?"

"So what? Is there a rule that says rockers can't dye their hair blonde?"

Chris smiles involuntarily and rolls his eyes at you.

"Nope... it's an aura thing. I'm gonna walk around like a hippie instead of like part of the group I'm in now."