This was probably the best day of your life.

You were going to a My Chemical Romance concert (after lots of begging to your mother). Fuck yeah

The performance was an outdoors one in a large field, so when you got there, there was already small picnics all over with people, mostly teenagers, setting up picnics or chairs around the stage.

You decided to get a spot slightly further away from the crowd since you weren't very fond of all the yelling and chattering.

While you sat down on the grass, you noticed an Italian, pale boy, about the same age as you, sitting down on a picnic blanket with an african girl, which you guessed was his sister, giggling and braiding a lock of his hair while his other friend, or sister, standing in one of the ques of a lemonade stand.

You didn't think much of it. Just another group of people coming to watch the concert.

After a few minutes, the concert started, and everyone started walking to the stage, including you. A few minutes into the concert, your heart stopped (metaphorically).

The italian boy you saw a few minutes ago was singing along, grinning widely with some MCR face paint. You knew there were other people no different from him in the crowds, but you felt as though Cupid shot you with his beauty.