You had started a revolution and it was burning in your hands. Miss Delerium, one of the new patron saints of emo, right beside the likes of My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy.

Speaking of, Pete didn't expect to find himself at a 30h!3 concert. Patrick had pushed him to do it, knowing damn well that you were going to be there for one song before dissapearing into the crowd. Pete had always tried getting your attention, either through how he was with you during band collabs or warped tour. But you had always been intimidating, and passed him off as another emo fuckboy.

Starstruckkk has been the fourth track on the set list. He didn't even see you as your voice rang out through the crowd, but eventually zeroed in on you as you started at the back of the venue and weaved your way to the stage. You disappeared after that, and he spent the next 20 minutes glancing around the crowd.

The party was intense. Bodies against bodies half blind in his eyes thanks to the flashing lights. Glitter in the air, the overpowering scent of sweat, alcohol and perfume. Music loud enough to kill someone in the corner without anyone hearing.

Finally, he saw you as the band left and the DJ took over. Thank god for Rude Boy by Rihanna, he thought as the sight of low rise skinny jeans and a chunky studded belt crossed his sights.

For so many months, you had passed him off as another fuckboy. Just another emo fuckboy with a high libido and a slutty waist.

He caught you by suprise, catching your waist and turning you towards him as you danced.

"I thought you were in Vegas tonight." He murmured just loud enough for you to hear.