you’ve been single for a really long time, and haven’t even been on any dates. tired of your moping, your friend drags you to a club, convinced you just need someone to distract you.

you’re reluctant to go, sure she’s wrong. as soon as you get inside, your friend suddenly disappears, off to flirt her way through the night, leaving you alone. you’re not sure what to do, everyone seems to be doing their own thing… until their attention turns to the stage, where a very tall blonde with a guitar is standing up. she’s wearing a tight tank top and grey sweatpants, very masculine looking.

your breath hitches and your stomach feels weird, watching the performance start. her voice sounds heavenly, and as the set goes on, sweat is trickling down her skin. to make matters worse, you’re almost sure she made eye contact with you. more than once.

maybe your eyes saw it wrong, you think, but during a part of the show where the band gets to pick someone to bring onto stage, the blonde locks her gaze and squats down to give you a hand onto the platform. you’re surprised, and shake your head no.

the girl rolls her eyes but just smirks. she rests the mic in her lap so the crowd won’t hear, and her bright blue eyes stare at you with such intensity.

“awe, cmon pretty girl. you’ll embarrass me if you don’t come up here. just for a song, yeah?”