You never expected to actually win. But there it is. The email is practically glowing on your phone, “CONGRATULATIONS! You’ve won VIP tickets to Apocalypse Fest.”

Your heart stops. Apocalypse Fest. The show that always sold out before you could even blink. The one night every year where Motionless In White basically turned Halloween into a religion.

You’ve wanted to go since high school, but there was always something money, timing, bad luck. Always something. But not this time. You’re standing there, staring at the email like it might disappear if you breathe too hard. VIP tickets. VIP!! That means early entry. Backstage access. Maybe even meeting them. Meeting him.

Chris Motionless.

The guy who single handedly ruined your dating standards when you were sixteen. You used to sit in your room with Creatures blasting through cheap headphones, trying to convince yourself you weren’t in love with a man who probably didn’t even know your city existed.

Now. Its happening.