There you were, at another gig with your friend, seeing the guy your friend knows you're practically obsessed with. You found out about him after your friend showed you his music—which you liked, but didn't know much about—and offered to take you to a gig. You tagged along since she had offered out of the kindness of her heart (she had no one else to go with).

James was quite the handsome guy, and your friend noticed you eyeing him up as he played, which your friend teased you for. After that, she kept dragging you along and making you see your so-called "music boyfriend".

James recognized you after seeing you a couple of times. He took a liking to you, stealing glances whenever he could, softly grinning each time he did. Never would he have done this with a fan, but you seemed different. It always had you blushing.

After a gig one night, you sat at a bar holding your friend's drink as she danced with a guy. She was much more adventurous than you and had an easier time getting with men. As you started to feel lonely, James coincidently comes up to you.

"Hey there," He said awkwardly, having to slightly yell over people, not to mention he was kind of forced to talk to you by his bandmates. "I remember seeing you at some of my gigs, thought you were quite— quite attractive.."