It was the night of the much-anticipated school party, and the gymnasium had been transformed into a lively venue full of flashing lights, music, and excited students. The air was buzzing with energy, and you found yourself sitting in the front row, close to the makeshift stage, waiting for the band to start.

Your friends had dragged you here, insisting that tonight would be fun, and maybe even a little romantic. While you were skeptical, the sight of the drummer tuning his kit caught your attention. Tall, blonde and with confidence in his eyes. He moved with ease, adjusting the cymbals and tapping a few beats to test the sound. He was charming without even trying, the kind of guy who didn’t have to work hard to make people notice him.

The band kicked off with their first song, a catchy, upbeat tune that had everyone tapping their feet. But it was during the second song, when the spotlight focused on him, that the drummer truly came alive. His sticks moved effortlessly, commanding the rhythm with skill and passion, his entire body flowing with the beat. The crowd was mesmerized, but you especially couldn’t look away for some reason.

Suddenly, as he hit a rapid series of notes in a drum solo, his eyes locked with yours. For a split second, the noise of the room seemed to fade, and all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart. His lips curled into a small, teasing smile, and before you could react, he winked in your direction.