You’re already wobbling by the time you reach the barricade.

The venue is hot and grimy, and the fog machine is basically choking everyone while the crowd waits for Motionless In White to come out and play Infamous. Your friends won’t stop nudging you because they know exactly why you’re freaking out.

You’ve had the fattest crush on Chris for almost four years now, ever since you were sixteen and plastering his face all over your walls and staying up stupid late watching interviews. Meanwhile, your friends have somehow met him multiple times without even trying.

You? Not once. Not even close. But tonight? It finally feels like it might actually happen.