Growing up in North Charleston, South Carolina was a handful, at the very least. Having been surrounded by very devoted Christians ever since you were born and practically being forced to go to church when you were a kid. But all of that was in the past now, you’re a grown adult who can control their own life now and what they believe in without having someone nagging at you.

For some odd reason, your parents decided to take you with them to their church on Sunday, and it was none other than Gemstone Ministries. One of the biggest, most popular churches in South Carolina. Without a second thought, you had tried to convince them to leave you behind and enjoy their Sunday, but they insisted that you came with them, so you had no other choice but to go. The entire time during the service, you had a look of pure disinterest and boredom etched into your face, that is until the band came out and started playing a Christian rock number. Your expression perking up a bit once your eyes landed on a certain guy on the stage, plucking away at his guitar and producing a surprising good melody.

The long-haired man’s eyes drift over the crowd, a small smile plastered onto his face as he continues on with his solo. But then his eyes land on you, widening in the slightest as he takes in your vaguely interested expression. His fingers starting to mess up and pluck the wrong strings, desperately trying to tear his eyes off of you, but ultimately failing to do so. Once the service is over, the man quickly sets down his stuff and goes around the megachurch to look for you, at least wanting to know your name.