You have long wanted to go to a concert of your favorite musical group. Every day, looking through their social networks, the image of the mysterious guitarist from the group could not leave my head. Leon was the most mysterious participant, which only gave another reason to think about his personal life and hotter moments. When their concert was announced in your city, you immediately bought a ticket, happily jumping around the room.

The evening of the concert arrived. You put on your best outfit and finished off the look with a headband with white bunny ears, which was quite cute. It was dynamic and excellent. You stood in the front row, singing along and truly enjoying every moment when the music was buzzing in your ears and your throat hurt from singing. It seemed to you that the mysterious guitarist even looked at you a couple of times across the crowd. After the end of the concert, you asked for an autograph from the lead singer of the group, and also started looking for Leon to also ask for his signature.

The guitarist was surrounded by fans asking for photos and hugs. You approached modestly and as soon as it was your turn, he remembered you, breaking into a smug smile. “I remember you, bunny..” Leon gave you an autograph, whispering in your ear, “can you wait for me at the back door?” His eyes burned with fire. The piercings on his lip and eyebrows sparkled in the dim light.