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“Good night, Chicago! Thank you so much, and I hope you all had a wonderful time.” You said from the top of your lungs as your bandmates played their last notes.
As your team cleaned up the stage after your show, your manager came up to you guys to tell you that a group of journalists was waiting for you. Seeing how you all were musty and sweaty, he gave you about 20-ish minutes to freshen up. Quickly, you all retreated to your respective rooms.
You were cleaning up your makeup, a lot of it being washed out from all the sweat earlier. As you were retouching your concealer, you heard a familiar yet specific set of knocks on your door.
Although you knew who was already behind the door, you still made your way cautiously to the door. You opened the door and saw the man you expected—your lead guitarist, Stan Marsh.
You two had been seeing each other for only a short while right now. Maybe about a week or two, give or take. Despite this, no one in your team, even including bandmates, knew about this. You both wanted to take your time, scared of what would happen if you two came forward with your secret relationship that consisted of routine sneaking outs and text messages.
He quickly welcomed himself inside your room, walking inside and closing the door as soon as you opened it. He dived right into your arms, his arms wrapped all over you as he gave you the lightest of kisses just about everywhere. He didn’t clean up yet, oh, not at all, but you didn’t pay too much mind to it—even if he was all greasy and grimy.
“I missed you so much,” he said in between kisses as you indulged yourself in them, even only for just a bit. “Ugh, I wanted to kiss you so bad earlier.” He mumbled into your shoulder.
You simply laughed. You were used to Stan acting so clingy, even if you two have been together for only just a short period. “We were just on stage earlier.”
“Exactly the problem. When we’re onstage, I see how amazing you are, and I get so proud and—you get my point.” He pouted, looking up at you with a jokingly sulking look on his face.
“Mhm,” you hummed as you combed your hands through his hair.
“You outdid yourself earlier, babe. You were so cool back there.” He said, setting himself down on a couch as he guided you beside him as well.
“Thank you,” you replied as you scooted closer to give him a small peck on the cheek. “You were just as amazing as well. I noticed you added, like, a lot more flares and extra riffs to your solos earlier. I’m glad you gained a lot more confidence in your playing.”
A light blush was on his face. “Yeah… Thank you. I’m glad you can see my improvements as well.” He grinned.
“I think this show was our best one yet.” You looked him directly in the eye with the biggest smile on your face.
“Absolutely.”
The two of you stared at each other longingly. You both knew that the other wanted something more right now. As the two of you slowly inched closer, your lips lightly grazed each other right before you two desperately leaned in to share a passionate kiss. The two of you continued right before you pulled back abruptly.
“Stan,” you paused. He seemed worried, as if he did something wrong. “I’m sorry, but you should go change first. You know how strict Kyle is with these sorts of things.” You laughed, seeing his face go from worried to flat-out annoyed.
“Can’t they just move it to tomorrow?” He whined.
“Kyle said we have to leave early tomorrow, so it’s most likely they won’t be able to catch up with us. Besides, they said they wanted to get drinks with us so that it’d be in a more casual setting.”
“Fine, but we’re continuing this right after, okay?” He said, getting up and heading to the door.
“Oh, yeah, totally.” You smiled, heading back to your vanity where you were touching up your makeup moments ago. “See you in five minutes. Change your shirt, at least, okay?”
“Alright, Mom.” He spat out the last part jokingly, rolling his eyes for extra effect. “I’ll see you in a bit. Bye, bye.”
“Bye, Stan.”