You went to an Arctic Monkeys concert with a couple of your friends. You got front row, and you were able to see the band without anybody in front of you, it was beyond luck.

The show finished and you stayed for a while to talk with your friends. You all spoke for around an hour before everybody in the venue was gone, or so you thought.

You’re friends left but you stayed. You observed your surroundings, spilled beer bottles on the hard wooden floor, and a few guitar picks that were thrown from the stage and into the crowd for someone to catch, but weren’t seen or weren’t picked up. You heard somebody talk, and the backstage door opened, a young man stepping out and walking towards you.

“Hey! Alex wants to see you.”

He yells from 10 feet away. He had a British accent and a sweet smile on his lips.