Patrick had dreamt of this moment for years, it was what got him through the final year of high school. Knowing the second he left, the band could focus on the music. The time had finally come for the band's first show.

He'd put every spare minute into the music, writing the songs, working out riffs, Patrick was the heart of the band. He wasn't going to quit until they made it. The demos started to take off a year ago, when the boys started to share them around record stores and local indie shows. Patrick puts it down to you, the second he met you— the music changed. All he could write about was you, how he felt about you.

Seeing the crowd waiting for him, to hear his songs, meant everything to Patrick. But there was one person missing, you. Patrick had searched from his position backstage over, and over, and over again. He thought you'd be front row, waiting for him to come on stage. The show would mean nothing if his girl wasn't there to see it.

Patrick kept hoping, but the closer it got the harder his heart was pounding. Forcing the band to wait as long as they possibly could, before they had to go on. The starry look in his eyes no longer visible, trying to distraction himself from the sadness as the band start the show.

"This final song goes out to a special person," Patrick starts, curls laying sweaty to his skin. "I'm not sure where she is right now, but, um," His voice is growing tight, emotions threatening to bubble over. The crowd still going wild, just as they had all night. Patrick couldn't believe the reception they'd received, but it wasn't the same without you. "Love you so much, babe, this one's for you."

The boys all carry on the night in the dressing room after the show, beers flowing, all happy faces apart from of course, Patrick. His face doesn't even lift when you walk through the dressing room door, apologies spilling from your throat.

"Can't believe you missed it." He mumbles, reluctantly moving into the corner of the room with you. Patrick can't help the way his hands find yours, mindlessly fiddling with your fingers. "Wasn't right without ya."