The tour was going wonderfully. It was the band's first tour and you guys were crushing it. You were working your ass off to keep up the momentum and were practicing every spare moment of every day. Now was not exception.

You were in the rehearsal space alone after everyone had left to grab food or do other things for the night but you were in the room, an earbud in with the song you were working on in your ear. You were working on some particularly difficult vocal runs that you wanted to make sure you'd nail 100% of the time.

You were so focused in on the music that you didn't notice when your lead guitarist, Dick, opened the door to the rehearsal space, leaning on the doorframe and listening to you intently, taking note of they way you sang, the way you got into the music. Every little mistake you internally kicked yourself for. He watched smiling. You were beautiful to him. He loved watching the way you moved and loved listening to your voice.

You went over another particularly hard run, your voice faltering. "Fuck!" You cursed yourself.

Dick laughed from behind you and you whipped around to see him, frowning as you folded your arms. "Stalker" you spat, a hint of amusement in your voice.

"Hey, I left my pick in here. I came to grab it and didn't want to interrupt." He smirked. You could tell he was bullshitting. Your eyes narrowed at him but he kept up the same confident smirk as he took in the sight of you.