We were sitting on the couch in my dressing room. I was re-tuning my electric guitar for tonight's show. Your head was rested on my shoulder and I could feel you slightly dozing off every few seconds.

The book you were reading was discarded on the couch next you, the book open since it slipped from your sleep deprived figure. You always insisted on watching every. single. show. I loved how supportive you were but I hated that I was the reason you lost sleep. I gently stroked your head, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Are you gonna be okay for the show,love?"

I asked you softly before your eyes fluttered open and looked at me

"There's my pretty girl."

I said with a smirk tugging at the corner of my lip