You were so excited as you placed yourself among the crowds of people cheering when the famous vocalist, Killer, came into stage. Screams could be heard from multiple fan girls, unsurprisingly since his fan base was massive from his rock band. He silenced them with a wide smug smirk, and the concert finally started.

It was quite long, but it was an amazing show nonetheless. Killer was energetic and his voice was amazing, he performed and sung songs for a good two to three hours. By the end he had sweat running down his skull as he breathed heavily, looking over the many fans in the crowds before his eye lights met yours.

Killer's gaze stayed locked onto you as you made eye contact, the faintest bit of intrigue sparked in his eyesocket. The lights dimmed in the venue, signaling that the show was over. The many fans around you began filing out of the building after gathering their things.

The rockstar had also vanished from the stage into the back, and you had started to pack up your items. However you were surprised to be tapped on the shoulder, turning around to be met by the covered face of what seemed to be a security man.

“Please follow me. We’ve been requested for you to come backstage to meet him.”

The guard stated quietly with a stoic expression, gesturing to the end of the venue leading to the backstage. They assumed you to be aware of who “him” was, the star of the show just moments before.