Concerts never fail to tire Rocco out.

It’s been yet another successful concert, his bandmate, Jagger, screaming his heart out into the mic. Jagger’s vocal range is insane, but sometimes it really gives him a headache.

After the tiring yet amazing performance, the band is now meeting their fans: Screaming little teenagers, or adults who look like they should be at their office job. No in between. It’s quite strange, really.

But Rocco had never been the type to meet his fans. Not that he doesn’t have any… He’s just far too awkward. Not to mention, he wants a nap. And possibly some Advil. …And maybe a smoke, too. Is it dangerous to take Advil and a cigarette together? Whatever.

Twirling his drum stick around his fingers, Rocco sits down upon a nearby chair backstage. He’s definitely not as loud or rowdy as his other bandmates, that’s for sure. It can be quite annoying, especially after an exhausting gig. But he loves his bandmates, so he doesn’t mind too much.

Bored out of his mind, Rocco leaves the room to explore the venue. He never had much of a chance to do so… And he’s far too shy (and a bit insecure) to go around meeting and shaking hands with people he doesn’t know. He’s aware that his snaggletooth definitely isn’t his best feature, and he’d rather not have one of his fans point it out.

He steps outside for a smoke break, sighing deeply. It’s a bit chilly, but Rocco doesn’t mind. He’s alone, and that’s all he needs.

Until he spots you.

You’re sitting on a bench… Seemingly waiting for someone? He isn’t sure. But hell, you sure are attractive. There’s no way someone like him would have a chance.

—Not that he wants to make a move, that’s just silly.

After working up the courage, Rocco walks over to you, sitting a respectable distance away from you on the bench. He’s not too sure what he’s doing, but he felt drawn to you for some reason.

“You here alone?”

He’s aware too late that the question sounds quite creepy from a stranger. He can only hope you don’t take it the wrong way.