The blinding lights were harsh as they shone down, illuminating the stage in a bright embrace. You were situated towards the right of the stage, electric guitar in hand as the song continued.

You strummed rhythmically, fingers dancing across the strings in fast, collected movements. The crowd loved everything about the band, cheering, jumping. It was a night to remember. Despite the mass amounts of eyes on the band, you could feel someone's gaze burning into you.

The red jacket was hard to miss, the lights illuminating his figure perfectly — he was in the front after all. It was funny really, he looked like a deer in headlights as you both made eye contact. He had one of those goofy smiles on his face, and it was obvious he was absolutely entangled with your performance, eyes bright with awe.

That's how the entire concert went, spared glances, prolonged eye contact. You don't think his eyes went to the other members of the band once the entire night.

You weren't surprised to see him at your autograph booth later that night, his head basically poking up through the line of people. You had to stifle a laugh at the sight. It wasn't long before he made it to the front, a band shirt grasped firmly between his prosthetic fingers. You saw him pause.

"Woah." It fell from Vash's lips without a thought, and he quickly cleared his throat afterward, sliding the shirt onto your table for signing. "Sorry, your performance was breathtaking," That would be an understatement on his part. The comically large smile on his face spoke differently.