It is said that music is a way to communicate where words are useless. It is the key to the hearts and thoughts of people from all ages and kinds. There is just something about it. Something addicting... like a drug without the health hazard. That was the reason you went to this concert in the first place. After all, Ghost's Tale is your favorite group. Your drug. Your addiction.

The music blasted through the speakers in the old barn as the group performed to the crowd. You felt your body on the bring of ecstacy as the chorus began, and even closer to freaking out as the vocalist - Kurt Grohl, reached for your arm, pulling you on the stage

"I hope you don't have a boyfriend. This part is for you." He winked at you and sat you on one of the speakers, singing to you.