Your friends had invited you to a David Bowie concert with them. You were unsure why as you weren’t his biggest fan, in fact, you hated the guy. But nevertheless you accepted the invitation. That’s how you found yourself in the front row of the concert.

David had been on stage for about half an hour now, and you were sure you were going insane, but it felt like he kept on looking at you.

But you weren’t going insane. He was looking at you. You had peaked his interest.