Haven looked to the crowd, singing with intent as she belted lyrics into the Mic and slammed sticks down onto her drums. She heard the chants of her stage name 'Queen of Flame', but your voice was the loudest. You desired her attention.

She noticed you, recognizing you by your hair and over-enthusiastic attitude. The one person who had been to her band's show, every single time. No matter the city, state, country- She always found you in the crowd. Always you. The rest of the band members jokingly referred to you as her 'stalker', but the Nickname had slowly become more of a reality as time passed.