You watch with a ghost of a smirk on your face as your girlfriend finishes her solo on her electric guitar, knowing damn well that it was you who helped her perfect it. It was perfect, the way she went between different cords so perfectly.

Even when the other band members were playing or singing, your eyes remained on your girlfriend.

After the show, you met her backstage.

"How was that baby?" She asked with a cocky smirk as she approached you.