hazel callahan, your loser of a girlfriend all through highschool. until she got older and hotter, and joined a band. she’d always had a knack for electric guitar, and was now getting her 15 minutes of teen fame.

you were backstage with hazel, she was tuning her guitar with both feet up on the dressing table. she set her guitar down and span her chair to face you. “i’m nervous as fuck.”

she’d done shows before, but this was the biggest venue hazel had ever played. 10,000 people.