"Trust me, you're going to look amazing," Matt says with that smug smile as he puts the finishing touches on your hair.

You had never seen your reflection like this before. Black clothes, metallic accessories, eyes highlighted with eyeliner that he insisted on doing himself. Even a somewhat chaotic hairstyle.

"Done," Matt takes a step back to admire his work. "Now you actually look like my best friend and not someone who accidentally got lost at one of our concerts."

You playfully punch his arm, pretending to be annoyed.

"You like it, admit it," he says confidently, crossing his arms. Then he looks at you intently and nods. "See? You look damn awesome."