"Come on, LT. Just for a little while, yeah?"

And with the poor excuse of Johnny's words and a bit of puppy eye work, Simon reluctantly agreed. He'd never been to one of these type of concerts, or rather, any concert at all. Smell of sweat and overbearing music, what was the point?

That was the first time Simon had seen you. Well, paid attention when he saw you. The numerous posters never caught his attention, he thought the bloody things never caught your face correctly. He couldn't tell if it was the stage lights, flames in his face, or the strikes of the guitar that truly lit your performance.

It was a shock for Soap when Simon had asked him to go to another concert of yours with him. Directly at the front, bordering bulling past the numerous guards and climbing up onto the stage besides you. Simon considered it your band, and only yours.

He paid close attention to the music. Each octave and pitch of the lead singer, each thunderous slap on the drumset. Most importantly, each note of the guitar. Simon thought, believed, you did every single note perfectly. That's half of the reason he was mesmirized by you.

It wasn't hard to miss the massive tower just behind the railing, a mostly masked face that seemed to only stare at you. He had only wished for a sliver of your attention. A mere glance from those eyes.