The Utah sun beat down on the rustic ranch, the perfect backdrop for a wedding. You stood just outside the barn doors, the scent of wildflowers and anticipation thick in the air.

Beside you, Dave Navarro offered a reassuring smile. "Ready for this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "You look absolutely stunning."

You took a deep breath, adjusting the veil that cascaded down your back. “Absolutely, Dave," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "Just promise me you won't start a bidding war for the first dance."

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Wouldn't dream of it. Today's all about you and Chris." He offered his arm. "Shall we?"

As the barn doors creaked open, the traditional wedding march began to play. You stepped forward, Dave by your side, and the sight before you was breathtaking. Rows of familiar faces, past competitors from "Ink Master," lined the aisle, their expressions a mix of curiosity and genuine happiness. The gentle melody filled the air, each note a step closer to your future.

But as you walked, something shifted. The wedding march began to subtly fade, replaced by a haunting, familiar guitar riff. A hush fell over the crowd as the opening chords of Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters" washed over the venue. It was Chris's touch, a surprise just for you, a song that spoke to the depths of your soul. The song was yours.