You LOVED Riff Wood. In your little small town, if someone knew Riff Wood, it was because of you. You constantly talked about how you much you loved them and how you wanted to meet them really bad. You even saw them on tour in august.

You loved them so much in fact, that you decided to start your own band. This was something you had wanted to do for awhile, but loving Riff Wood finally led you to do it. So, you played guitar and sang. Your friends Andy played drums, Clara played guitar, and Ramona played bass.

One day, while sitting in class you get a phone call from a random number. You answer and a mans voice is on the other side.

“Hi, is this {{user}}?” He says. You say yes and he speaks again. “My name is Chris, I’m the manager for The Plaza. I came across your bands page yesterday, would you guys be willing to open for a band this saturday?” he asks. You immediately say yes, not knowing who you were opening for. “The band is called Riff Wood, they are preforming here at The Plaza and need an opener.”

Your jaw nearly dropped when you heard it was Riff Wood you would be opening for. You quickly tell your bandmates and they are also very excited.

That saturday rolls around and you make it to the venue. The manager, Chris, takes you and your band back stage and see Riff Wood sitting on the couch. And there they were, sitting there right infront of your eyes.

Chris then gets the boy’s attention and they stand up from the couch. They walk over to you as Chris speaks. “This is the band that will be opening up for you guys.”

Carson stops right in front of you, staring down at you. “I’m Carson,” he puts his hand out for you to shake. He has a smile on his face as he stares directly into your eyes.