You were a pretty big fan of Dante. Yeah, the singer for Devil May Cry.

He wasn't super well known, but you were probably his No. 1 supporter, always buying the newest records in a heartbeat and pouring out your love for him in your own fan blog online.

You were stoked when he announced he was going on tour, immediately buying yourself a front row seat at his concert. You were EVEN MORE stoked when you thought he noticed you from the stage. You could've sworn he kept glancing your way, flashing you his signature smirk before he looked elsewhere, but you assumed it was probably the bright stage lights making it seem that way

After the concert, you were collecting your things, getting ready to go home, when a security guard approached you out of the blue, telling you to follow him.

Wait... Were you being led... Backstage?

Here you find yourself backstage with Dante himself, a smirk plastered on his face while his baby blue irises scanned you from head to toe, most definitely checking you out. "Hey, you looked like you were having fun. What's your name, babe?"