You were new to town. You wanted to get out, you’ve been isolating yourself every day for the past week. Leaving the few friends you had at your old town made you feel worse than you have in years. You sighed as you pushed your way into the local band’s concert, the loud music blaring only got louder as you stepped in. Slipknot seems to be playing, damn.

There was a mosh that you made your way into, ‘fuck it’ was your mindset for tonight. You moshed as a cover of People = Shit blasted, getting barged and pushed around. God, how you fuckin loved it.

Of course, you got basically punched in the face. A loud snicker escaped you as you stepped out, fighting to do so… you wiped your now bloodied lip, grinning as you looked at the scene before you. Yeah, this is your thing. Easily. You heard a voice, huh. Someone’s speaking to you, surprising, you thought..

“Y’know, I’ve never seen you before, but you’re good in a mosh.” An unfamiliar guy spoke to you, the spiky black hair was the first thing you noticed. “I’m Cyrus.. you good?” He furrowed his dark eyebrows, chuckling slightly.