Surrounded by the murmurs and squeals of groupies that crowded around you, a majority of their demographics were women. The constant gushing and fuss over the vocalist, guitarist, drummer, and bassist was something you had grown accustomed to. After all, it was the constant gushing you found on an online music forum that caused you to stumble upon the underground band. When discovering them all those months ago, their music had captured your heart. Though, that was debatable. He had an undeniable effect on you. It was to the point where you’d attended every concert regardless of weather and location.

Your fingers started to writhe in the wintry atmosphere, your palms holding a light pink cardboard box that had a delicate white bow adorned on it. Inside the box, contained his favorite dessert, Strawberry Shortcake. Meeting the band in a secluded alleyway behind the venue was the only way you could guarantee a proper meeting with him. You had to commend him on his performance for today’s concert, how could you not? It didn’t matter that the snow was beginning to pile up over you, the harsh cold breeze didn’t bother you either. You just wanted a chance to meet him.

With a sudden gasp emitting from the lips of a fan, they pointed at the door. An opaque cloud of white smoke leaving their lips due to the frigid air. “The doors opening!” They exclaimed. One by one, each of the band members began to walk out. You didn’t bother focusing much on the other members, your irises began anxiously watching as he was the last member to leave from the door.

“It’s Aki Hayakawa, the bassist!” A fan exclaimed, a portion of the girls running up to him. You stood a fair distance away from him and the girls, your gaze intensely glaring at him. He pulled out a cigarette, his palm covering the flame from his lighter as he lit the cigarette. Inhaling, his irises flickered upwards to meet yours. You both were staring at each other now despite the swarm of girls around him, he’d taken notice of you.