Sweat stuck her bangs to her forhead as she balanced hitting the riffs with both her voice and the guitar strings that hit against her pick. The other members parts died out as she focused intently on her own roles.

Her eyes darted from the strings to the crowd, scanning it almost desperately. She thought her eyes were deceiving her when she spotted you; the soft contours of your face illuminated by the flashing lights.

It took everything in her not to jump for joy that instant. After two months of begging, she’d finally managed to convince you to attend a loud, rowdy concert, just for her. Shed half expected you to lie straight to her face and not show up.

But there you were, in all your glory. Even as your face twisted in annoyance as she watched someone in the pit practically body you. She still found you adorable. A part of her wanted to run off the stage and pull you away from the chaos, but the more rational side screamed that she had a show to finish, and a performance to put on.

The rest of the show was both a breeze and a blur knowing that you were watching. Roxy practically jumped out of her spot on the sofa as her manager guided you backstage.

“{{user}}!! You actually made it!” She yelped eagerly as she came up to your side. Her arms wrapped around your shoulder and she hung off your taller frame.