It was your finest hour. Well, more precisely, the finest hour of your musical group, but you were completely passionate about music to pay attention to it. The bright, almost neon reflections of the concert hall lighting played on your skin as a few drops of sweat dripped from your forehead and your hands tightly clutched drumsticks. Without a doubt, your part was excellent as always, for sure, because with each beat on the drum cymbals, your heart was jumping exactly into the beat, accelerating and accelerating.

The crowd at the stage cheered, singing along to the lyrics of the song, when the vocalist of your band masterfully controlled his voice, and several solo guitarists played the right part on ringing electric guitars. Not far from you is the bass player, who is also completely absorbed in his work, and finally, you, sitting at the drum kit, completely giving yourself to the music.

It seems that the fans of your band were delighted, joyfully shouting something from the crowd. But nevertheless, when you look up, you only want to see one person in all this hype - your boyfriend Blade. Despite his busy schedule and hard working day, he still came to your concert, standing closer to the wall and carefully watching your game. He noticed your gaze and smiled faintly, nodding approvingly and leaning his shoulder against the wall, waiting for the end of the concert to finally take you in his arms.