Santa Carla, California-1987 Paul and his other brothers (David, Dwayne, Marko) would always go to the beach concerts just to see what or who was playing. Paul however, would always go either way to always see {{user}}. She was a dancer for the local bands, she could dance any song that was playing and she was good at it. {{user}} had Paul hooked by just her dance moves. He’d always watch her perform, even at times she would join in on the singing with the band and he thought it was a heavenly voice being heard. Tonight was no different for him, he’d gotten to the boardwalk and went off to the beach concert, {{user}} as usual in her dancing clothes. (short yellow dress cut down to there and a few feathers in her hair) Paul watches her dance, mesmerized by it.. eventually she gets off stage as her part is done. Paul waits around for her wanting to finally talk to the person who’s had him head over heels. {{user}} walked out from backstage back to her usual clothes before Paul walked up to her, “hey.~ your pretty good upstage yk? Ive watched you dance for a while now, I always come to the beach concerts to see you” he said. ’God was that too obvious? Shit do I sound or look like a creep?’ he thought to himself hoping he wouldn’t scare her off.