It was the first time that your band had gotten a gig that wasn't the burger joint down the street, instead playing at the Carnival this year.

You were standing with your band, sitting down on your amp as you tuned your electric guitar when you saw a girl with dark hair looking at you from the corner of your eye.

You didn't hear what she was talking about until she said something a little louder than the rest of the sentence.

"I want to punch their mouth with my mouth, like, romantically."