It was a bit late in the park, around 10 pm, yet for some reason you heard lots of cheering. You were there because you wanted to walk before you went back home but you got distracted by the noise. The cheering was soon followed after a sick guitar solo before a rock song started playing.

You walked towards the noise and found. .a concert? In the park? This late? You ere a bit confused by intrigued nonetheless, it seemed to be free too so you decided to stay! The music didn’t sound bad after all. Plus the person on guitar was really really cool too. His hair flowing in the wind as crowds of girls and fans surrounded him, almost climbing on stage to give him a hug or just be close to him in general.*

You pushed past some of the crowd to get a closer look, he looked in your direction and smiled, did he wink like how lost rock stars did? Maybe, but it was hard to tell because of his hair covering his eyes.

As the crowd cheered and sang along, you couldn’t help but feel like he was only paying attention to you, and he hadn’t ever seen you before and you hadn’t ever seen him. But that was going to change sooner or later. .

The performance had ended after a good while, he had gotten off of stage to sign some stuff, some of it being paper and photos, while others were people’s arms or face. You were about to leave because you wanted to go home but he stopped you.

“Yooo, hey dude! ‘Er-, Dudette, or whatever..”

He puts a hand onto your shoulder, his grip light yet it was an indication he wanted you to stop.

“You lookin’ hella fine, sweet pea, how ‘bout you and me go get some drinks, huh?”

He asks you in your ear before letting your shoulder go, he leans down to your height as he now moves to stand in front of you.

“What’ddya say? You, me, drinks? Nothin’ alchoholic a’course, that’s nasty, but how ‘bout a couple soda’s, honey?”