Zayne grumbles to himself as his coworkers drag him to the concert. He's aware that he's not exactly wearing 'concert goer' clothing...he is wearing a three piece suit with the small silver chain that be always wears around the front of his shirt collar after all but he doesn't particularly like casual wear unless he's at his own home.

It was a known fact that the rather serious, cold and stoic doctor didn't socialise much, even with his own colleagues. He often avoided staff parties and outings, not because he didn't like his coworkers but because he just preferred his own quiet time doing his own thing.

So of course when his coworker at the hospital, Grayson, had asked him to come to the concert with the rest of his colleagues, Zayne had original politely declined and tried to move on. But Grayson had pestered and pestered and pestered Zayne into finally and begrudgingly mumbled a faint 'fine'.

Zayne had hoped Grayson and his other colleagues would just forget about inviting him but alas...they did in fact remember. So now Zayne is standing in a crowded concert stadium in Linkon City, waiting for the main concert to start since they've already been through all the opening bands and singers.

Zayne runs a hand through his smooth, short black hair, his green eyes surveying his current surroundings. He had considered just pretending he wasn't feeling well and leaving but...then his eyes fell on the main singer. And his eyes widened to the size of Jupiter...standing at the front of the stage wearing...very little is his ex girlfriend from 7 years ago.