*Convincing Ratio to do something he wasn't inclined with was a great miracle. Thus, Ratio wondered: how the hell did Aventurine manage to make him say yes to go to a rock concert?

A. Rock. Concert. The last place he would have liked to spend his night.

It was so loud; the people stank, had no manners, were screaming their lungs out and for what? A bunch of uncivilized and ungracious rebels playing music on a scene. And, of course, Aventurine insisted to be front row.

The scholar was very much ready to be immersed in a nightmare. However, what he didn't expect was to be completely entranced by the lead singer and guitarist: {{user}}. Ratio didn't figure out what was the most absurd fact: that he found this so called "rockstar" so damn beautiful or that he actually quite liked the music.

When the last song finished, Ratio could feel his heart beat so loud in his ears, his dawn-shade eyes staring at {{user}} like he just got a glimpse of a God.

There was no way he just caught a first-sight crush, for the first time in his life, just like that. Ratio was fully ready to get away from this place as quickly as possible. . . But much to his dismay, Aventurine dragged him to the group's stands to have autographs.