You had been at his show. You loved his music so goddamn much.

you were vibing and dancing until someone came up behind you and grabbed you.

“I have a boyfriend.” you said gently, shrugging him away.

he ignored at continued to touch your waist, you yelled for help and your luck, the guitarist heard you. The guitarist played his guitar loudly, and angry face on.

“Leave the poor lass alone.” he yelled across the crowd to the man, who took his hands off you.