Is It... You?

When I Fall...

Loving that I was finally going to see Pentatonix in person-an absolute favorite band of mine-I quickly moved to my seat, completely anxious to enjoy their sound. I vowed to thank my cousin, again, for securing that ticket to the sold-out performance for me, in the tenth row, and at such short notice.

The opening act, a band I wasnt familiar with, was performing; I assumed they were stalling until the main artists were ready, because I intentionally arrived late, hoping to avoid their performance. Sitting there, and with nothing better to do, I listened to the music. I still could not recall the band, the song, nor could I decide if any of it was worth my attention. Thinking I could do without their sad-sack music and lyrics, I looked around the crowded venue.

As I thought, it was mostly couples, and quite a few who were same sex. I then noted there was an empty seat to my left; all others in my row were taken.

Other than kissing, some were dancing, some hugging, and most held hands while they waited. I wished I had requested two tickets so that Id have someone to chat with while waiting for my group to hit the stage.

I shifted in my seat, in complete boredom and impatience. I settled as much as my bored-self could, and spotted an amused, gorgeous man with wild brown hair and deep, telling, ice blue eyes, making his way down my row.

I felt my throat close when he lowered next to me. Swallowing hard, I smiled at him and fucking blushed when he nodded my way, softly.

I stared wide-eyed at the stage. Whew, my head screamed.

Pentatonixs got everyone waiting, my husband sighed next to me.

Wow I was there, already.

All I could do was nod, but stilled when he leaned my way.

And here I thought I was arriving when the nobodies would be finished. Who the hell are they, anyway?

I shrugged, wanting to look his way, but I just could not do it again. Instead, I fiddled with my cell, not sure who I could text; everyone I knew was busy. Considering the size of my family, alone, thats saying a lot.

I decided to text a friend and ask if we were still on for breakfast when my seat-neighbors ankle hit his knee and the craziest socks Id ever seen hit my vision. They were filled with penises and vaginas dressed in Santa hats and/or Christmas stockings, and I had to turn my head and laugh softly, to the amusement of the man to my right. I had to show the guy I wasnt crazy and pointed toward the socks. He laughed, too.

When I finally turned to look ahead of me, the voice asked, Big fan?

Still amused, I nodded. For years, despite the lineup changes, I squeaked, and cleared my voice. Almost as much as I like Ed Sheeran.

Im a fan of his, too. He offered his hand. Im Denny.

I held it softly. Min.

Let me tell you this: I felt I felt There was this Indescribable warmth radiating throughout my being at just that simple, normal human touch.

Min; interesting.

Smiling, I stared at his hand still holding mine.

Im not a fan of my name, so I shortened it. It drives my parents insane, which is most times called for, mostly due to their outrageous personalities.

I blew out a breath, shaking my head. Why the hell did I mention my parents? Geek overload, thats why.

Are you going to tell me this horrible name?

I smiled while shaking my head. Not a chance.

He chuckled, squeezed my hand, and released it. I missed the touch damn near instantly