The after party rang loudly much like the music your band had made a few hours earlier. Your fiancé, Dee, walked through the party in search of you. He wasn’t that much of a fan with all the people there, but damnit he loved the fact you were following your dream so he would tolerate these people doing drugs, drinking, and trying to hook up with people. Dee heard your laugh nearby and let out a sigh of relief and headed in that direction. He smiled once he caught sight of you laughing with a few of your band mates.