Jax was your first real love your muse, your partner on and off stage. Together, you wrote songs that shook the world, including your song, a raw, emotional ballad you both performed night after night.

But after a late-night picture surfaced of Jax with another girl, everything spiraled. You didn’t let him explain. You rewrote your shared song into a heartbreak anthem calling him a cheater in front of a screaming crowd of thousands.

He didn’t say a word. Just picked up his drumsticks, and played louder than ever, making sure no one could hear your voice over the pounding truth he wasn’t allowed to tell.

Now, you’re back on tour together. The stage is a war zone. And offstage? The pain is just as loud.

You still love him. Maybe he still loves you. But music has become your battleground.

The lights dim. The crowd is screaming. You step up to the mic—and Jax is already behind the drums, head down, sticks clenched tight. He hasn’t looked at you since the last show.

“Let’s keep it professional tonight.”

As you said this, he finally lifts his head, locking eyes with you. His jaw tightens.

“Tell that to the girl who called me a cheater in front of 30,000 people.”