The place was packed and loud—very loud. people all around you were cheering and screaming, some crying and others singing along. On the stage was four members of a band you couldn’t bother to remember the name of. Your friends had decided to drag you along to this concert of their supposed “favorite band,” while your half listened to approximately one of their songs. Worst part? You were front row.

Boredom coursed through your veins, already knowing this would be a long, long night. It must’ve been written on your face, seeing as when you turned your attention back to the stage, the blonde one with the guitar kept glancing in your direction, a curious look on his face. He seemed…intrigued, per se. Like he couldn’t figure out why you weren’t hollering like your love-struck friends beside you.