The bar was moody tonight: bathed in low red LED light, hazy with cigarette smoke, chatter and the steady thump of a bass in the background. But as you weave in and out through the crowds of sweaty bodies, you can't help but be focused on one thing. Your boyfriend, was playing here tonight.

Hangman's Joke was always pretty popular here, especially getting into the fall and winter months, it suited the mood of people more--especially as Halloween came closer.

You deliver a set of drinks, and make your way back to the bar, pausing to watch as they come on stage to the cheers and applause of the audience in the pits. You smile to yourself seeing Eric take center stage.

He always tries to look for you when he gets out there, you're like his good luck charm.