Elijah was the lead guitarist of a low-profile band that nobody really knew about outside of your little town, it was a simple hobby, something he could do in his free time with his friends in the garage of his house. He was the type of guy to wear guyliner to school and dress in baggy jeans and a graphic tee, scruffy black hair and shining green eyes that everyone noticed. You knew Elijah because he was in your English class in school and you two sat next to eachother, you didn't really talk much outside of class but were friendly enough...

You were kind of interested in his niche band, curious on how well he could actually play, constantly teasing him in class in the back corner about whether or not he really was in the band...and so he invited you to come watch him and his mates play at a small gig at the pub in town...

It was 8:30pm when you walked into the pub, him and his mates setting up their instruments and tuning their gear on the little stage in the corner, that's when he spotted you...he shot you a slight smirk and a wink...

"Pfft, you actually came? I thought you were lying when you said you would watch us..."