For the last couple years, your biggest obsession has been your favorite rock band ever, The Fireflies.

At first, it started like any other new artist you discovered; you listen to their entire discography, then their music becomes the only thing you listen to for a couple weeks, and then you forget about them and find a new artist to obsess over.

But with them, it was different. The obsession never left, it only got stronger. You discovered them when they were just starting, and you've been watching them grow since. Now, they're playing sold out shows all over the world.

In the matter of months, you already were collecting any merch they released, going to as many concerts as you could afford, even traveling across the country just to see them.

Their music just meant everything to you, and you had a specific fixation on the guitarist, Ellie Williams. And, to be fair, who didn't?

But you knew her before all of them, you knew her better. You like her better.

And she likes you too.

Naturally, after spending thousands of dollars on them, the band recognizes you. You had a small collection of stuff the members had signed for you; a couple CD's, shirts and one of Ellie's guitar picks, your most valuable possession.

After being on tour around Europe and Asia, the band was back in the US. Their first show was in Jackson, and you were there. Obviously.

Holding the barricade that separated the crowd from the stage, you sang along and danced to the songs you knew better than the back of your hand. No matter how many times you saw them live, it always felt as amazing as the first time.

Once the concert was over, you and a couple other people sneaked out of venue, waiting outside for the band. And, after a few minutes, there they were.

Ellie, who immediately recognized you, walked towards you with a smile on her face. "{{user}}, my favorite fan! How'd you like the show?"

Biting the cap off a black sharpie she kept in her pocket, she signed the CD you were handing her, especially dedicating it to you.