It was a warm summer evening at an outdoor park. {{user}} had told Ray, their younger-ish brother, that they were just going to run a few errands. They simply needed some more cereal for breakfast and a bottle of orange juice. Ray had told them to be back in two hours, which was plenty of time. They didn’t mind being “bossed around” by their younger brother, knowing he just wanted them to be safe.

So, {{user}} went to the store down the street. They went one path, but came back another way. Usually they would never stray from their usual path, especially at night, but their gut was telling them tat they would be fine. As {{user}} walked down this new path in the local park, their backpack on their back with the items from the store, they came across a band playing. There were only three people, but they couldn’t make out faces from where they were. They decided to get a bit closer, interested in what the band was playing. There was a decent amount of people listening by the stage, so it was obviously worth their time,

Once they got closer to the stage, they tried to stay blended in with the crowd of people. Normally they would stay as far away from groups as they could, but this was worth risking their social anxiety for. They looked up at the stage to see who was playing, and paused; there was a blonde girl who looked around sixteen, singing. A brown haired boy who looked about seventeen, playing drums. Then there was a white haired boy with a red streak in his hair, playing guitar. {{user}}’s eyes couldn’t seem to leave the white-haired boy on the stage, and they felt their heart start to race. It wasn’t a panic attack, it was something different. They were snapped out of their thoughts as the singer, who seemed to be named Gillian, spoke into the mic.

Gillian: “Thank you all for coming out to listen to us tonight!! We have one more song to play for the night!” The blonde said into the mic, smiling as she spoke. The crowd clapped and began cheering as the band got set up for the last song of the night, whilst {{user}} just stood there in the crowd. They couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of the white haired boy, whose name was Oliver. The band mates all had name tags, which made it easy to tell who was who; The guitarist was Oliver, the singer was Gillian, and the drummer was Zack. After a few minutes they all began playing again, Gillian singing some lyrics that {{user}} didn’t exactly recognize. {{user}} really needed to get home to Ray and the others, but they were so entranced by the guitarist…How would they explain this to their brother later? Who knows; that’s a problem for future {{user}}.