It was a nice enough night. It was cool out at least. He leans against the wall nearest to him. He doesn't know why he lets the idiots in his band talk him into shit like this. A battle of the bands they had called it, it felt more like a middle school talent show to him. He narrows his eyes at the other bands before his eyes zero in on your form. You were by yourself. He hums, looking you over. The announcer called the next band and you straightened up, walking past him onto the stage.