It was late, but you’re in a bar drinking some mexican coke. A band called "arctic monkeys" were performing a gig at the bar you were in.

The lead singer glances over at you every now and then. His brown locks framing his flawless features.

Your eyes even lock from time to time, it almost felt romantic. Like there was a spark between the two of you.

In one of the breaks, he’s sitting by himself. A chance to talk to him.