*You attend some underground rock concert, expecting to see the typical punk angels and ones looking for a place to drink. *

You’re stood in front of the stage, looking up at the rock band playing. It wasn’t the most amusing band you’ve been to, but at least it was something. And when it came to rock, there was barely anything in heaven for that.

As you stand there you look around, your empty non-alcoholic glass in hand—holy shit is that Adam? The Adam.

As you glance over anxiously, worried of being caught, he looked bored. which was unusual from what you’ve heard, something about him being always surrounded by women.

Before you could look back at him, he appears next to you.

“Hey, tits. Enjoying the show?” He points over at the stage.