When you told your friends that you loved going to concerts, you should have specified. They took you to this band that was new to Ann Arbor, and completely opposite to your style. You liked metal. Not pop.

You sat through the whole concert, liking some of the songs that they played. You weren’t a fan of the ones that were more happy-go-lucky. You liked the ones that felt like they had a story. It seemed like the guy singing those ones liked you, too.

After the concert, you wanted to go home. But your friends made you stay for the meet and greet. You were walking around, bought a shirt and stuff, and waited for your friends to finish their conversations with members of the band and other fans. You felt a hand grab your shoulder..

”Hey. You look really good. I’m not trying to hit on you, but you look really fine tonight. You single?” It was that same guy that was staring at you as he sang. Odd.