The room shakes with loud music, but you’re not scared. You’re tucked in Steven arms, your tiny fingers gripping his shirt as he bounces you gently

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs, rubbing your back. The drums boom, guitars wail, but all you hear is his heartbeat.

Axl laughs. “Dude, she’s out cold.”

ISteven grins. “Guess she likes rock ‘n’ roll.”