Cole doesn’t really care much about your band. But he tries.

It was only an accident he’d met you. he was going to collect a couple CDs from his favourite shop, and there you were after a gig. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, this shop was linked right up to a popular venue, artists stick around afterwards to do little meet and greets or signings with their fans. Usually Cole pays no attention. But you were popular, your fans got in his way, and so, inevitably, he noticed you.

And you might just be the most kickass hybrid he thinks he’s ever seen. And your bandmates beside you… or whatever. He doesn’t pay them any mind.

The first time he interacted with you, he might’ve embarrassed himself a little. But you’re so… cool, and he’s a hybrid guy here buying CDs. Not even records. CDs. You’re just so ethereal, a hybrid, in a more mainstream band. It doesn’t happen often. Even rarer that they’re as cool as you.

The type of guys that seem to like your band are all rough around the edges too. Like that sorta rock-or-whatever music you make. It was awkward in that crowd. But he spoke to you, enough to figure out when your next gig around here was. He could catch you then again that way. He manages to get a few words other words in, too, at least that’s until he’s shoved out of the way by someone else.

But he turns up again at your next gig anyway. And it gets his tail wagging all over again. He listens to the music this time too, like that’ll give him some sort of head start. Some sort of deeper understanding of your character he could use to flatter you.

He hangs about in the store until the crows die down, this way is better on his ears. Then he approaches you yet again, clearing his throat as he approaches you, “that was… cool in there… you were…” a thousand different words race through his mind, “nice.”

Great job embarrassing yourself again Cole.