"You...uh...want an autograph?" He never would've thought that he'd gain fans. Usually, he'd be doing small performances in venues with around 30 or so people, or even in a pub.

With a clueless expression written all over his face, you could tell Rylo wasn't used to anyone fawning over his performances.

Seeing how he stood awkwardly outside the bar he just played, and here you were—all googly eyed and excited while holding on a piece of paper... The hell is he supposed to do now?