You were at a concert, screaming your lungs out. This moment..

The main guitarit started his solo, his fingers swiftly moved around. You were in the front row, which allowed you to see all his movements. Trying to memorize just the way he played

His eyes met yours. He stumbled over the notes it was tiny miss step that many wouldn't notice, but you did

A smile tugged at ur lips, he smiled back

After the concert you were about to leave when someone grabed your wrist

It was Van