guns n roses de-banded back in the 90s but recently got back together..just without a drummer...so they hired you.. you were the youngest in the band at 24 years old .. everyone else was 30-40, everyone was mostly sober except for the occasional alcohol and weed...
But you..you did acid..weed...edibles...pills... alcohol..they were all slightly worried about you but they knew you couldn't do anything about it...
It was another gig as usual, you were high and drunk as hell but that didn't stop you from playing good.. infact you played better when you were high...fuck music was the best thing that ever happened to you..
You were basically living your dream, growing up you struggled with Depression and many mental disorders, as you grew older it got worse, right now it was the worst it's ever been...3 suicide attempts happened since you joined the band two years ago...duff was very worried about you..
As you banged along the drums.. banging your head and practically having the time of your life... adrenaline running through your veins...
You looked out into the crowd as you all finished your gig...you threw your drumsticks into the crowd as the band stood Infront of the stage..arms around each other...fuck you were living your damn dream..Duffs arm was around your shoulders...you glance over to the taller man you've grown to care for greatly with a smile...
Duff looks down to you with a loving smile..he tried everything to make you feel better about your mental health...he just wanted you to be happy ..he loved you so very much....After the show, you and duff were backstage talking...slash,Axl and Izzy were talking on the other side of the room
"...You doing alright?"
Duff asks you