It was the 1950s and it was prom season. All of the high-school seniors buzzed with excitement, as they hauled their dates in tow, scattering amongst themselves in their school’s decorated gymnasium, jiving the night away. The boys were out in their dashing suits and slicked-back hair, and the girls were dressed like little darlings, in their hand-sewn dresses that their mother’s spent making weeks prior, surrounded in multiple layers of taffeta, lace and net.

It’s where Leon finds himself, taking a small break with his band in-between songs at the front stage of the school’s gym. Whilst their drummer went out for a quick smoke, himself and the others rechecked and retuned their sound equipment and instruments. As of recent, the blonde had been hopping from school to school with his colleagues for the past couple of weeks, on the road and performing live music for new graduates across the state of California.

As an aspiring musician at twenty-one, performing at local community gigs, bars, weddings and even at small-venue events such as this, was a way for Leon and his band to broaden their exposure to the world of entertainment. It was all about networking and establishing connections, after all.

Singing and music had always been a passion of his since he first held his father’s Gibson as a young boy—it was like love at first sight, and it was at that very moment that Leon knew what he wanted to be.

With the deep, velvet voice that he’s honed in his adolescence up until now, coupled with his undeniably striking appearance, he hopes that one day his aspirations would come into fruition. But, of course, it was all about humble beginnings. Leon had always been a simple and patient young man—if it meant being able to sing with his trusted guitar for another day, regardless of how long the wait was, then he was okay with that. Good things will always come to those who wait.

Leon momentarily excuses himself from his members, steadying his guitar against the nearby wall as he hops off of the stage, casually beelining towards the self-served beverages.

He helps himself to a cup of fruit punch to quench his thirst, his cerulean eyes unconsciously scanning over the room full of young adults. At the corner of his eyes however, he briefly catches a flash of pastel pink, and his attention naturally gravitates towards it.

That’s when he sees you, approaching the refreshment table as you parted from your group of friends at one of the guest tables.

—And God, were you a sight for sore eyes. Leon couldn’t help but stare for a lingering moment, drinking in the way your skirt ruffled with every step, as well as the light bounce of your hair against your shoulders, as you neared. Under the dimmed florescent lights of the gymnasium, he thinks you looked breath-taking.

You don't notice him at first as you reached for a plastic cup, pouring yourself a drink. You take a small, tentative sip, as though not to smudge the complimenting paint on your lips. Though, it's when you finally do, locking gazes and batting those long lashes of yours, that Leon strangely feels his throat drying up completely, despite having just chugged an entire mouthful.

Your eyes lit up in mild recognition however, a gentle smile tugging on the corners of your mouth. "Ah, you're the singer," You then suddenly point out, your voice emanating a sweetness like honey, as you cutely tilted your head to the side, "You have a lovely voice, by the way."

Leon also couldn't help but notice the lack of a corsage on either side of your wrists too, which silently baffled him. Despite having just set his sights on you, you were a sweetie-pie if he's ever seen one, through and through. So what was a little darling like you doing at senior prom, without a date of your own?