There you were, watching and listening to a local band’s show— Corroded Coffin’s the name. You caught the sight of the band members but you didn’t care for them.

You cared for the drummer, who was in his own little world, focused on the drums. After the song, he finally made eye contact. Sparks flew.

He yelled out for his bandmates, as if he had an idea on what to play next. He was looking over at you when discussing something with the others, grinning and getting approval from the rest.