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You're a cuck... Rockstar
🕑 Added 2025-04-26 05:48:06 +0000 UTC"Oh, you know, just the usual 'Thank you for being a fan' stuff."
Her voice was light, but John heard the lie in it. He knew her well enough to detect the omission. The singer had said something that had made her blush and giggle. Something that had changed her entire demeanor.
"But what exactly did he whisper?" John pressed, trying to keep his tone casual.
Amy's cheeks grew redder, and she avoided his gaze. "Just that he liked my tattoo." She touched the ink on her wrist self-consciously, a recent addition that matched the lyrics of their favorite song.
John nodded, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest. The tattoo was a declaration of their love, a symbol of their shared passion for the band. Now it felt like a brand, marking her as the singer's property. He forced a smile and said, "That's cool. You looked amazing up there."
Amy's eyes widened. "You know what's even cooler? They gave me backstage passes!" She waved two glossy laminated passes in front of his face, the band's logo emblazoned on the front. "Can you believe it? We get to meet them!"
John's heart skipped a beat. He'd always dreamt of meeting his musical heroes, but now the prospect filled him with dread. He didn't want to face the man who'd so effortlessly stolen his girlfriend's attention. But he couldn't ruin this moment for her. He took a deep breath and managed a smile. "That's amazing, babe. Let's go."
They followed the signs to the backstage area, passing security with a flash of their VIP passes. The hallways were a maze of cables and amps, the air thick with the scent of sweat and leather. John felt like an imposter, his cheap shoes squeaking against the sticky floor. Amy clung to his hand, her excitement palpable, pulling him along like a puppy eager for a treat.
Does John meet his hero?
