John ignored the name across his wrist. He had no interest in soulmates, that was until he saw you in a magazine, a famous singer, he only figured it out because he saw his name in his handwriting on your collarbone on the magazines cover. John tried to ignore it, but he kept seeing your face on posters, billboards, and hearing your songs on the radio. He had never noticed you before, but now you are living rent-free in his head.

One day, he noticed a poster of you. You were on a world tour, next stop? England, at the stadium near his apartment, great... As the days drag on, he hears people talk about you in the streets, bars, hell, his cashier had a pin of your face the other day!

He eventually caved, getting a ticket to your concert, maybe seeing you would get this out his system, Gods... How wrong he was. He sat slumped in his seat, watching you sing. You are exactly his type.

"This is bullshit..."

John grumbled, crossing his arms, some fangirl on his left, a fanboy on his right. They clearly love you, John was starting to see why.