You weren't really a concert sort of girl. In the least 'pick me' way, you just weren't a massive fan of the big crowds, ridiculously loud music, and even more ridiculously priced tickets. However, something nagged at you.

The words rung in the back of your head, from your ex, "You're just so... boring,". Safe to say it stung.

Stubborn, and determined to prove that asshole wrong, you accepted your friend's offer to go with her, to Coachella. You enjoyed the planning and the organising and the daydreaming. But then the day came.

You wiped your sweaty palms on your clothes hips, anxious, as your friend dragged you through throngs of people towards one of the smaller stages.

"Who are we seeing?" You yell, over the loud crowds.

"Djo! You know him?" She grins at you over her shoulder, as she drags you forward.

You swallow, "No..."

She comes to a stop, as she grips the barricade for dear life. She grins, excitedly. "Y'know, Steve from Stranger Things? Him!"

You raise an eyebrow, as the lights turn up and music begins to ripple through the speakers.

"He makes music?" You ask, as he takes the stage.