You were Band-Aids, never groupies. You aided the band, with creative and personal needs alike. You weren't the first Patrick had been with, and you definitely wouldn't be the last. But Patrick wasn't the first guitarist you'd been with either, but you sure as hell wanted him to be the last.

The last guitarist you fell in with discarded you, drained you, treated you as just another groupie. But you and the girls were so much more than that. So you told everyone you were retiring from the band-aid life. But that was before you saw Patrick's band backstage at what was meant to be your final show. He was different somehow, to the other musicians you'd seen. You'd been all over the country, but never seen anyone quite like Patrick.

His technique was unrecognised, his stage presence unlike no other. The crowd could see it too, even from those five songs they played during their supporting set. It was the first time you ever saw a guitarist capture the crowd more than the frontman. You knew immediately, retirement was postponed.

Messy curls sticking to his forehead as he walks off stage, hand gripped around the neck of the guitar before he sets it down on it's rack. Replaced with a beer bottle, swinging down the liquid as the swarm of attention surrounds him. He barely acknowledges any of them, not the men with cards from record labels, not the members of other bands. Not even the groupies that are already near enough falling at his feet. His face is plastered with a smirk, eyes dead set on you. Perched upon a road case, leaning back on your palms as you meet his gaze.

Another swig of beer, as he pushes past the crowd around him to walk straight to you. Patrick's free hand rests next to you on the case, mischief in his eyes. "You one of these famous Band-Aids?" He asks, a smirk on your face as you simply nod your head. He hums into his beer, as you watch the cogs turn in his head. "Aren't you the one who retired?" Patrick smirks, his gaze almost accusatory.

You remain nonchalant, almost smug knowing he knew of you. You hadn't heard his name or seen his face before tonight, but your reputation precedes you. He almost chuckles at your second nod, shaking his head as he leans in closer to you. His pupils wide, and you now understand his stage presence.

"Well, reckon I could convince you to come out of retirement?" He murmurs, voice laced with desire, leaning closer as your faces get closer. "To join me on the road?"