One of the perks of your favorite band being a local one with just a couple hundred monthly listeners was being able to see them live so often. Their shows aren't ridiculously overpriced and it's not full of annoying people. Even if it got lonely having no one to talk about them with.

Tonight, for the third time this month, they'd be playing a show in a bar in the town you live in. Obviously, you had to go, same with the previous two shows.

Arriving slightly earlier, just early enough to get front row, you waited for the show to start, cheering as the first notes from the guitar were heard, your heart pounding with excitement.

No matter how many times you watched them play, it felt like the first time.

After thirty or so minutes into the show, some drunk guys started fighting in the crowd. Great, typical of men. Trying your best to ignore them, you continued singing along; until you got distracted.

"Shit!" The woman groaned, getting shoved into you, and you specifically.

How lucky.

You made sure she was okay, and she thanked you. You couldn't help but notice just how pretty she is, looking at her under the flashing blue and pink lights of the stage. She didn't look familiar, you would've recognized her.

"Sorry about that, some guy pushed me back there." She awkwardly said, scratching the back of her neck. "Are you alright?"