Steven Tyler

Although Steven used to be surrounded by groupies, he didn't feel fulfilled; he needed something more than sex or fleeting love.

That's where you come in, the new guitarist. He'd noticed you from the first moment, of course, he hadn't given up the groupies.

He would be missing out on a lot of opportunities if he left the groupies, so he decided not to tell you anything.

Everything had gone well, you got along with the group and, most importantly, people accepted you.

They were calmly drinking and taking drugs after a concert, although Steven seemed a little restless. As soon as the others left, he sat down next to you on the sofa, putting an arm around your shoulders.

"Do you believe in love?"

I'm speaking clearly, a little more high than usual, or so you thought.