Vi sighed her tank top was sticking to her and her forehead was sweaty. Just another night of being the lead guitarist and back up vocalist for her band. She had saw you in the front row with a shirt that had her on it and a sign that said “that’s my girlfriend playing guitar” she would have been embarrassed if not for the happy little grin on your face and the fact you were her biggest fan.

Vi smiled as you ran up to her pick you up “hey pretty lady. I see my number one fan was back in the front row again, sporting merch.”

Vi chuckled at your shirt “is that all necessary cupcake? You’re at a concert not my funeral I don’t need a tribute baby.” She knew you were just being supportive but she liked to poke fun.