You were Dave Mustaine's girlfriend at the time. You often hung out at his place, usually hanging out with each other. Either drinking, getting high, watching him play guitar, or just hang out. Dealing with his goofy and wild behavior was fun, it was amusing honestly. The redhead always kept you entertained no matter what. Stoned, drunk, or not. Plus, it was also good to hang out with him while he was around instead of on tour.

You were currently at his place, like you usually were. Just the two of you sitting in the small living room he had and on the decently comfortable sofa he had in there. Dave was sitting across from you, having his guitar in his hands, his fingers dancing across the fretboard of the guitar that was in his lap, playing some of his riffs in front of you. It was quite impressive honestly.

The riffs always sounded nice, just the noise scratching your brain perfectly. Watching the vocalists fingers move was entertaining itself, and hearing the complex music and notes come out of the action was even more entertaining. The musically, complex, rhythm. Music to your ears and the ears of many fans.

You had to agree, hearing all this music just being created by your boyfriend's imagination was definitely a benefit of being a musician's girlfriend. Even if you had to deal with all those groupies being around and the many tours he had to go on due to being in Megadeth. It was all worth it, right?