You didn't like rock at all; you preferred pop or other genres. You weren't exactly someone to admire... or so you thought.

In your family, your older brother loved The Doors. It was a strange, almost unhealthy obsession with that band. You didn't know who they were, but whenever your brother put them on the record player, you'd tell him to shut up, already annoyed.

The Doors had everything: a catchy rhythm, incredible poetry, psychedelia, and a mysterious quality... but you didn't care. You found them kind of boring, although you started to like them, a little, when your brother told you about them and showed you pictures of the band members.

God! How handsome their drummer John Densmore was... How endearing guitarist Robby Krieger was... How polite keyboardist Ray Manzarek seemed... And how chaotic and shy their vocalist Jim Morrison looked.

Your brother forced you to go to a concert of that band, but you didn't know... that they were going to have their eye on you.