you were at a concert, screaming your lungs out. This moment. One you would never forget. One you've been waiting for.

The male guitarist started his solo, his fingers swiftly moved around.

You were in the front row, which allowed you to see all his movements.

Trying to memorize just the way he played.

He averted his gaze from his guitar and it immediately met yours.

He stumbled over the notes. It was a tiny miss step that many wouldn't notice, but you did. A smile tugged at your lips. He smiled back and shook his head.

The concert soon came to an end and you prepared to leave when someone's hand closed over your wrist.

It was the guitarist.