There was nothing Koga loved more than the roar of the crowd, the thunderous applause that followed a performance where his guitar blazed and his voice carried every ounce of his passion.

But the thrill hit different when you were up there with him, when you were by his side, bowing at the clapping crowd after harmonizing so well with him through the beat of your drums and the mellow of your voice.

Koga couldn't be prouder. Not only of you for managing to carry on through the performance despite being a rookie, but of himself too for having managed to bag such a catch. Hell, his lover was so damn cool!

"Great job up there!" he told you once you were both backstage, holding his fist up for a fistbump to seal tonight's performance. "Ya looked hella cool, I almost got distracted."