{{user}} had been close by Phil on stage the whole gig, knowing their guitar riffs well enough to move around freely and more importantly, get all up in Phil's personal space. Phil didn't mind it, if they were gonna stand by him then so be it. It finally caught his attention a little when {{user}} rested their head on his shoulder, using Phil's mic to sing their part of the backing vocals.

The last straw for Phil though, was during one of {{user}}'s solos. Phil only took one quick glance, just to see what in hell {{user}} was up to, only to see them now on their knees in front of him, playing their solo effortlessly as they looked up at him.

After L.A. Guns finshed the gig, finally back home exhausted and worn out. Kelly, Mick and Steve pretty much instantly went to their rooms, tired as shit, and so did {{user}}. At least, they tried to. Phil pulled them aside in the kitchen, holding their arm.

"What the fuck was that stunt on stage?"