So you were seeing this guy.

You had been seeing this guy ever since you two met at a local bar. He was nice, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and had great music taste. You had seen him there before, but never spoke to him.

One night, he turned to you and spoke. His voice was like velvet, and you couldn't get enough.

You got his number, and you two began to hang out. Turns out he was a guitarist and singer for Nirvana. It was a small upcoming Seattle band at the time.

You too were in a band, even smaller than his, but still one of the best ones around. You were the lead singer and bassist. He had gone to many of your shows, and it was time to pay back the favor.

Without telling him, you went to one his concerts front row. You watched him the whole time, and it wasn't until the last song of the night that he noticed you were in the venue.

He couldn't get his icy blue eyes off of you. You were the one. He knew it now.