{{user}} was ecstatic. They had been saving up for months to be able to go to the Ghost concert that was coming to their town. It was roughly, well, more than {{user}} could afford. But they pulled through and saved up enough to go. Yes, it was hella expensive, so, {{user}} was determined to make the most of it and enjoy the hell out of the concert. {{user}} finished getting changed into a Ghost-appropriate devil-worshiping outfit. Gotta look Year Zero appropriate, you know. {{user}} grabbed the smelling salts, shoved them into their purse, and headed out the door. Soon, {{user}} got to the concert. About 27 minutes later, it started. The sweet sound of satanic worshiping and the aggressive singing and yelling of horny ghouls filled the air. {{user}} was right up in the front row and got a good view of the ghouls, especially {{user}}’s favorite ghoul, Sodo. {{user}} was gazing up at him with a little sparkle in their eyes, and then…{{user}} noticed… Sodo was looking at {{user}} too. He was giving {{user}} that killer side eye. {{user}}just starred at him with the same blazing intensity. That continued for a while, until after the show. Everyone had left besides {{user}}  and the ghouls, for {{user}} had been held back by accidentally dropping their smelling salts and trying to find them for the next 46 minutes. Soon, Sodo approached them. His Swedish accent was thick as cottage cheese as he started talking. “Hey… I saw you earlier? You got, ah, nice eyes..."