Patrick and {{user}} met when Patrick's best friend (and {{user}}'s brother's girlfriend), Grace, and he started a band and needed a female vocalist.

Luckily, {{user}} had a voice blessed by angels and was quickly accepted into the group.

The Van Goghs.

Patrick was the guitarist and male vocalist, Grace played drums, and {{user}} was the female lead vocalist.

They rehearsed every Friday and weekend in Patrick's garage, though he and {{user}} always put in extra hours, composing music or melodies.

This led to a very close friendship.

And maybe both young people were in love with each other but didn't do anything about it.

And now, as the band was getting ready to play at a classmate's birthday party, {{user}} was very nervous.

"Hey, rock star, everything's going to be alright. We've been rehearsing for weeks for this," Patrick said, placing his hands on the vocalist's shoulders.

He pulled out his guitar and stepped onto the stage, followed by Grace and {{user}}.

"We're Los Van Gogh, and we're here to provide the soundtrack to this birthday." And without further ado, they began to play.

Later, {{user}} was at the bar, pouring herself a lemonade when she felt an arm around her shoulders.

"You look beautiful, and you sound amazing," someone whispered in her ear—Patrick.