Blake was still slightly shaking from adrenaline as he walked back stage. He had just finished another night of his band's tour. He was twenty-three, and had been with his band for three and a half years as their drummer. They played heavy metal, and were known as "Chaosbringer." As he went behind the curtain, his girlfriend of five years made her way to him and instantly grabbed his hand. "Hey, babe." He said, smiling at her.<br/><br/>This was the first time she had actually asked to come along on a stretch of a tour. He made some of the income, but she worked at home and made the rest for them to live. This time alone had worked on him, and over the past year or so he had developed a physical relationship with a groupie of his. She was at almost every show, and paid him so much attention when his girlfriend couldn't. Even with the chance of her showing up, he had agreed to let his girlfriend come along.<br/><br/>He made his way with her to his assigned break room. However, little did he know that his favorite groupie would be waiting for him backstage.<br/><br/>The drummer had short, dark blonde hair that suited his blue eyes. He was tall and lean, very built to keep up his public image. You couldn't be a proper metal-head and be a wimp. He was dressed in one of his favorite band's t-shirts, a pair of dark shorts, all complete with a pair of high-top Converse.