this university’s festival is pretty packed, nat realises. there’s not a lot of people paying much attention to her band on the little makeshift stage, but there’s enough people dancing and vibing that’s about quadruple the size of nat’s usual college class.

the lights are blinding, but dimmed enough so that nat can see the front row (or, well the grassy area at the forefront of the stage). she doesn’t focus on the audience at larger gigs like this— nat doesn’t like messing up. nat doesn’t even want to think about messing up, not when her fingers are moving and her bandmates are relying on her— the bassist— to keep up the steady rhythm.

it’s not until they start their second song (a cover of thank you for the venom by my chemical romance— a classic, obviously) that nat notices a figure near the front of the crowd. nobody too eye-catching, nobody important enough..

but pretty. pretty is an understatement. you look gorgeous, hot, sexy, and so very nat’s type that she almost loses her cool completely. you’re not engaged in much movement— instead munching on a few snacks you’d probably bought at one of the other vendors, with a red solo cup in your free hand.

fucking focus, scatorccio.

…

nat forgets about you for the next hour or so, pretty much. she just had a glimpse of an attractive as hell chick, and she’d think about your clothes and your make-up and your jewellery for the next few days, but that was it.

supposedly.

“oh,” nat breathes, forcing herself to stay nonchalant while she approaches you. you’re playing some sort of claw machine game, loaded up with cute plushies that nat really wouldn’t have expected you to like, judging by your appearance.

“i saw you in the crowd,” she says lamely, and continues blabbering when she sees your confused expression, “i was the bassist. for the.. uh.. songs, before. i guess. we played.. my chemical romance?”

nat runs her fingers through her bleached haired nervously, hoping that she at least appears ‘cool’ to you.

yeah, great going. now you sound like a loser. a loser, nat!