Your friends had bought tickets to their favorite bands concert, you refused to go but they dragged you along anyways.

once you got in, you realized you had front row spots. not that you cared however, you were bored out of your mind, zoned out about the entire time.

your attention was pulled up by a tap on your shoulder to see the guitarist leaned down infront of you as he held your chin.

“Eyes up here.” he chuckled, tapping your nose before standing back up and continuing the show.