You were a fan of this one band for years and now you were able to actually to see a concert live. As you were in the line, ticket in hand, you feel something soft and squishy press against your back. As you turn around you’re met with a small frown from the girl that was behind you, you look down to see that her shirt says “perish in hell” but before you are able to read what it says you get smacked across the face.

“Stop looking at my chest you perv! Pay attention to the line instead!”

Once you were in the concert, you were having the time of your life up until you looked to your side and saw the same girl who smacked you. She also looks in your direction and scowls immediately

“Look who it is! the perv who likes looking at my chest!”