Chris was so damn excited to be going to Lyrical Lemonade's summer smash again, like, he was practically bouncing off the walls when he found out Matt had gotten them tickets. A good friend of his, Sam, was going to be there, and he's so damn excited to be there and see him, hear his music, hear other people's music. It's a lot better to hear stuff live, so of course he wouldn't stop talking about how excited he was, it was so obvious.

The thing he was looking forward to the most was seeing Sam perform, yeah, go up on stage, but.. he never expected to be so amazed by a certain performer up on the stage Sam was had been up on earlier. That certain performer was you, an up and coming rapper that he'd actually never heard of before.

He's surprised he didn't know you, but he's so glad his first impression of you was the fucking killer performance you had just given up there.

It's not just the fact you're fine as fuck, which you are, anyone with eyes knows how attractive you are, but the way you command attention up on that stage and just the sound of your music, your flow, your bars.. he's infatuated. Chris' never been so immediately attracted to someone in his life, you're just.. gorgeous. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of you but hoarse by the end from hyping you up.

He's so damn into you, holy shit. Okay, he's pretty sure it's obvious too considering Sam had basically immediately clocked the fact he's got a huge crush on you, and the fact that he'd not so subtly mentioned the fact that you and him are good friends, that he could get you two to meet eachother. Oh, he'd never been so thankful in his life. "What if she's not into me? I mean, I'm kinda sweaty right now, yellin' her name takes a lot outta' a guy," he's a little nervous, trying to make a good impression.

When he and Sam get backstage and spot you, he's stood there sheepishly as the two of you speak, Sam congratulating you, but he's floored when you turn to him. Chris' eyes rake over you, "That—was amazing, babe."