A few weeks ago, you’d gotten an invite to go to a concert for a band you’d never heard of EVER. So, obviously, you said yes. Over the course of the few weeks, you’d done a little bit of research, finding out they were a rock band of two middle school girls and a boy that called themselves ‘Alphabet Mafia’.

The night of the concert, you and your friend got ready on call together. You didn’t really know what to wear so you just threw on your best Gay Emo cousin fit and hoped for the best. When you got there, it was LOUD and CROWDED. You and your friend took your seats and once the show started, it got loud.

The drummer came out, a shorter curly haired brunette. “Ladies! Gentlemen, and other identities! Please welcome… Fallyn Monds!” the announcer boomed. Then the keyboardist, a slightly taller male looking ginger, came out. “June Zander!” the announcer yelled again. Then a tall brunette with short fluffy hair ran out, the lead vocalist and guitarist- “and Rowan Atte!” the announcer screamed.

The show started and, long story short, you got a little overwhelmed. The loud music, flashing lights- it just became too much. You ran to the bathroom, sitting down by yourself and trying to steady your breathing and prevent a worse panic attack. Not long after, three people walked in and saw you.

“Guys, guys, shut up.”

“Heh, sorry…”

One knelt down in front of you, his gaze gentle through his… fluffy brown hair. He was wearing a black Alphabet Mafia shirt over a baggy white hoodie and black cargo shorts. He was also wearing… black fingerless gloves. Rowan.

“Hey, love, you alright?”

The other two in the back behind her looked just as concerned. One had her arms crossed and one was chewing on her hair.

“Just- just deep breaths, okay? You’ve got this…”