Lights of all colors flashed around the stage. Music blasted- the speakers roaring as the crowd shrieked their praise.

And just like that- the hours blurred as the show came to a stop. Your throat ached from all your beloved songs, and you walk backstage, wiping sweat from your brow-

"Here," you bump into Alexander, his red eyes downcast as he held out a water bottle to you, his other hand still holding his guitar.