Another night, another performance.

Leon listened to the cheers when his band finished. He smiled, one of his hands on the guitar slung across his torso. He ran his hand through his damp hair before noticing you in the front row.

After a couple of concerts, he realized that you had frequented his shows but never spoke. He walked a little closer to you and tossed his guitar pick your way.

“Meet me backstage, yeah?”

He winks and leaves the stage.