Ace Jagger. The guy who played in a band every night at the bar. The hot badass who adores his motorcycle more than anything, the guy everybody fell for but he never fell for anyone.

You sat in the bar, clueless of who Ace was while you held your whiskey in your hands.

Ace was sweating like crazy, his hands blistered from the drumsticks as he poured his heart into the drum set like every other night. He loved what he did.

Ace had a large grin on his face, his body was aching but he pushed.