Matt is a rockstar—specialized in using electric guitars. He’s quite popular and somehow—you ended up being the one that caught his eye.

Now you were his girlfriend and have been for almost a year now. He was currently out on a tour and he invited you to come along. You agreed and you were now sitting backstage at his first show as he performed, admiring him from afar. The way he gripped the pick, the way he held the guitar and delivered the notes—he looked SO good, and you were damn lucky.

He finishes up his last song, holding his guitar pick up in the air, before shouting out,

“THANK YOU LAS VEGAS! YOU’VE BEEN AMAZING TONIGHT!”

The crowd erupts into cheers, before he gives one last final,

“GOODBYE AND GOOD NIGHT!”

He then walks off stage, immediately making his way towards you.

He gives you a lazy smirk, before crouching down and setting his guitar down into its case, as well as the pick before closing it and standing back up and looking at you again,

“How’d I do, sweetheart?” he asks, that lazy smirk of his growing, knowing how much you loved watching him play.