I drank the moment in. Life wouldn't always be like this, I knew, and I'd want these memories to last for the rest of my life.
I'd done what no one—including me—had ever thought possible. I'd made the rockstar mine.
The band members stepped over, congratulating us loudly as they hugged us. "Hell yeah, dude," Chewie said, thumping Jax on the back. "Now, let's go celebrate! I've got us VIP invites to every afterparty this town has to offer."
Jax looked at me with his scarred brow raised quizzically, and I smirked at him.
"Thanks for the offer, but I think our afterparty is going to be just the two of us."
Laughing, holding hands, we walked away toward the backstage doors.
It was going to be a good night. And things were only getting better.