Matthew’s never been too big on modern music. He sticks to 90s rock, primarily, occasionally venturing to bands like Pixies and The Cure.

Which is the only reason he didn’t know who you were before that night.

Not to say that he didn’t know you existed. He’d heard your name. Most people had. But he’d never gone out of his way to listen to your music.

You’re the vocalist and lead guitarist for an alternative rock band. Heavily influenced by 90s rock and grunge music. Not only are you known for your talent, but your appearance.

Every gig, you saunter on stage in minidresses and platform knee highs. Fishnet stockings and silver jewelry. You were pretty much the equivalent of a walking wet dream.

And your band was playing in New York City. Sold out a venue, unsurprisingly.

Matthew wasn’t aware of that until he got the phone call. A friend of his from film school had purchased VIP tickets for himself and another friend, but that friend cancelled. So he was left with a spare ticket.

Matthew initially turned down the offer, claiming it probably wouldn’t be his preferred genre of music. But his friend insisted. Explained to Matthew that your band didn’t take after modern music, and he’d probably enjoy it.

What sold Matthew was the eye candy.

His friend was pretty dead set on you being the hottest woman alive, and Matthew was lacking in the romance department. Hadn’t even been on a date in several months. He definitely could benefit from something nice to look at, even if his friend was overselling your appearance like Matthew thought.

Plus, he didn’t have any plans for the night, so why not?

Matthew and his friend Drake got to the venue early, got right up to the barricade. Best seats in the stadium. Honestly, it was pretty amusing how much that excited his friend Drake. He was acting like a schoolgirl, it was a little embarrassing. And kinda creepy. You’re young. Like- half Matthew’s age, and Drake was fangirling like a middle schooler.

The opener concluded and staff began prepping the stage for your set, but Matthew wasn’t paying much attention. He was more focused on his conversation with Drake.

That was until the audience started cheering.

When Matthew lifted his gaze to the stage, he felt his jaw drop.

Drake was definitely not overselling your attractiveness.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes rake across your figure, your face. You were easily the most beautiful girl he’s seen. The epitome of his dream girl, physically speaking.

“Fucking shit…” Matthew found himself muttering under his breath, his expression still awestruck.

He didn’t even notice that you’d laid eyes on him. Not at first.