It was 1994 fall. You and a couple of friends went to this small bar to have some fun. There were drunk pepole everywhere, the place smelling like vodka and sweat, but it didn't bother you a bit.

You were sitting at a table, nursing a glass of whiskey. The previous band just left stage. They weren't too impressive to say the least. The singer sounded awful, and the guitars weren't tuned right. But, what could you expect. You didn't have high hopes for the next guys either, but then you saw him.

A tall, slim guy whit huge blonde hair, hoop earrings, a small mustache, and a lip ring stepped on stage whit his band.

He wore red heels, flared pants, and a red leather crop-top. He looked so unbelievably enchanting.

"Hey everyone, so this is our second show, shout-out to the host for having us. For a warm-up were gonna do a HIM cover, before one of our original songs, so enjoy!"

He said whit a smile. He had a high but somehow still gravely voice. HIM huh? Nice choice. They started playing Razorblade kiss. Somehow his voice was even prettier when he sang.

You were captivated. You needed to get this guy fast, no matter what it took. He was too beautiful to not be yours.