These types of things really aren’t your scene. Mosh pits, screaming and shouting, fights, alcohol, ear-shattering instruments playing through speakers, spiky boots and stretched piercings—however, you’re nothing if not a supportive girlfriend, and your boyfriend really wanted you to come watch him play at this gig. The venue is totally packed, and everyone here seems to be crazy about his band.

You wait patiently as they set up, and their first song is announced, preparing yourself for some music that’s far too loud for your personal preference—not that it matters. You have your little earplugs in, and your concentration will be on the pretty guitarist the whole time. You’re very sensitive to loud noise, so he’s not expecting you to stick around for the whole gig, but you do. Adorable.

As soon as they’re done playing their set, he wastes no time in jumping off the stage and coming to pick you up in his arms, spinning you around a little bit. “There’s my girl.” He says with a grin, holding you to his shirtless chest which is glistening with sweat. “Hey baby.”