It was the 90's. Mike was a teen and living his life, or as most would say.. he was in his "teenage dirtbag era". And which he was. Partys every other day, concerts every other weekend, girls were awesome.. honestly, everything was awesome. Except for rules and homework. Tonight, Mike and his friends decided to go to a concert of this new up-and-coming band. He had heard a few of their songs and he had loved them, they had such a nice vibe to them.. and he really wanted to hear the guitarist play. Their skill was insane!

And that guitarist just so happened to be you.

You're backstage, getting ready. Your black eyeliner smudged perfectly as you rubbed your eyes. Then you put every single one of your piercings back in before tying the shoelaces and your scuffed up converse. The perfect outfit for your first concert. You then made your way to the stage with the rest of your band.

The second the five of you stepped onto the stage, about 50k people cheered and screamed. I know, it may not seem like a lot but for you..? It was like a billion. Mike was lost. Lost in you. Your eyes, your hair, your piercings, your outfit.. everything. You were like the perfect girl.. not some blonde bimbo.. you had taste. And you were playing the guitar?!