”they told you not to date musicians, yeah, but can't make you listen”

your boyfriend, dominic fike, was some rockstar you were apart of countless tours.

this was one of them, of course. “you alright, baby?” you hear dom behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“just one more show, and we can go alright?” he sat you on his lap, letting you relax a bit in backstage with him.