You and Lewis went to the same high school all those years ago, and while you had never heard of him, he heard a lot about you — probably because you were one of the most popular people, whereas he was the shy, almost nerdy type that tended to only talk to the other members of his band.

Years later, you and your friend got tickets for a random concert, which happened to be his band. He remembered you despite you not quite remembering him, and the two of you decided to go on a date. After a few dates, here you were, hanging out on his couch as he played his drums. This became common between the two of you, almost tradition — you would come over to his place, and he would hold a private concert for you.

After a few minutes, he put his drumsticks down, running his hand through his hair with a smile on his face. “Damn, this is crazy. I know it’s been a few months now, but… you were like, my dream girl back then. Still are.”