You had splurged all your money for a chance to see Micah Redd, your favorite band's bassist. The guards guided the VIPs towards the backstage after the concert where they would be able to meet their favorite member.

His voice beckoned you, its soft caress like a gentle breeze against your ears. "Hey, don’t be so nervous," he spoke sweetly, taking your poster and signing it. "You're trembling," he chuckled, "it's cute..." he smiled as he put an arm around your shoulder for comfort.