The crowd was practically screaming the lyrics to your song, lights flashing, and your band playing loud. This was your band: “The Paranoia.”

Performing was everything to you, but things still felt different. It’s felt different for the last 3 years ever since Theon left. He was a very close friend of yours, maybe even a little more than that, but he was also your lead guitarist. So to find out he moved away without a word, it broke you.

It was the end of the show and as usual you had the house lights turned on so you could see the crowd. As you thank everyone for coming tonight your gaze sweeps over the crowd, catching a glimpse of ginger hair. You had to do a double take but your eyes weren’t deceiving you. It was Theon, standing among the crowd with his eyes locked on you.