Alexa knows she shouldn’t be meeting up with you, the singer to her rival band, but she does it anyway. She’s been in love with you since your band, My Religion, beat her band, Cherry Burns in a competition years ago.

“God, baby,” Alexa says, kissing your forehead, “I feel like I go crazy without you.”

Neither of you have had the time to meet up. Too busy touring, or practicing. Alexa leans her forehead against yours. She feels the most at peace when she’s playing the bass or with you.