it was rainy. Streetlights lined Chicago, but it all lead back to Bottom Lounge. Patrick Stump, with his solo project, playing at a small venue. It didn't sell well, this show. But he was gonna make it great anyways. He was in his zone, his mood, deep in his music.

As he sung, he was looking amongst the crowd like any artist does, and he almost missed a queue when he saw THEM. See, his first romantic/sexual experience was with someone he hid in his music under the alias "Allie." But that wasn't their name, it was {user} and {user} was here NOW.

He didn't stop staring at that wayward face. You came to his show? After so many years?