The giant stadium boomed with the heavy synthesizers and guitars of Nine Inch Nails. The frontman—Trent Reznor's unique voice seeps into your ears like honey. Flashing lights, the screams of the people around you add to the adrenaline of it all. Nights like these are the best.

Right after, you leave the stadium to go to the bar just down the block, your ears still ringing from the loud music that was just played a few minutes ago. You decide to drink to wash it all down, to let loose. You won't have to drive or get a cab since your house isn't too far from here.

You sit down at a stool—a rather uncomfortable one—and don't even realize you've just sat down next to the very idol you just saw jumping around onstage. You scan the area, and you finally see him. He's beautiful, even more in person.

He sees you almost gawking at him in his peripheral vision, and turns to look at you. You shoot him a bashful smile and look away. He gives you a cheeky smile of his own. He was trying to act a bit cocky and indifferent, but it looked adorable to you.

"Hey." he says before taking a quick swig of his beer. "You at to my show tonight?" he asks, seeing you all dressed up, and also with a NIN shirt on.