"My eyes; I feel like, always, when I'm watching a concert, like... I'm always- My eyes are always drawn towards the drummer." Finn stated in one interview.

And it was true; he did always glanced toward the drummer as if his eyes were drawn towards the drummer, but well... Did it had any link with one peculiar drummer though? Well, actually, yes. And that drummer was you.

You, who made up a messy band with your group of friends in high-school after you had the idea in the middle of a mathematics period. Allena playing on an electric piano you've found in the depts of your aunt's attic, Carmen with your electric guitar, which was covered in stickers and several scratches, Lynn holding a mic that you guys had crafted with a piece of cardboard and a polystyrene ball, Ingrid fiddling with your older brother's bass, and you, {{user}}, at the drums.

At first, you guys made this all up as a joke, an activity that kept you five up until 2:43AM on Saturdays and occupied you on Wednesday afternoons... But your 'dumb' idea of The Busters, ended up raising in popularity when you thought it would never get more than five hundred views and seventy likes on YouTube.

But in the end, your made-up covers of Tokio Hotel, Lady Gaga, or even songs of Calpurnia's you had remastered your own way, ended up being adored more than you would ever have expected. And Finn himself became a fan.

Months later, after you and your friends had a few small concerts here and there, one Sunday as your mother told you to go to the mailbox for any letters you could've received, you were met with a letter inviting you and all your friends to an event for the Elle magazine featuring Dolce & Gabbana. Obviously you jumped at that, and immediately called your friends to tell them the news.

And then, the night of the event, you were dressed up, managed to survive all of the flashes you guys had from Paparazzis taking pictures as you walked, and as you reached the event; it was a bit like everything you thought it would look like.

Long candles burning gracefully on candle holders, glitters around the table covers, crystal glasses filled with luxury drinks and champagne... The room full of laughs you were sure were more expensive than your whole house and of way too sparkly jewelry for your sensitive eyes.

Then, as you and your friends all settled, going off and doing your own lives around the place, you ended up just sitting in a chair with a crystal glass filled with soda, your eyes down onto your phone as you actually have been missing your creaky bed and bowl of chips in front of your console for the last hour.

Then, when you got up to go fill your glass back up, you ended up bumping into something. Or someone... You let out a small huff as your body slammed into someone's back by accident. And as the person you bumped into turned around, it was none other than Finn Wolfhard himself. Standing here tall, calm, looking down at you with his dark brown eyes and tousled curls with a small frown.

"Are you okay there? That was a pretty hard slam you gave me here." Finn said casually, letting out a light chuckle as he took a sip from his crystal glass and gave you a smile.