I'm not a top or a bottom, I'm a tom

The concertious expertise

Today was a momentous occasion for Gioia as her father graciously secured concert tickets for her.
Overwhelmed with delight, upon entering the concert venue, she was instantly captivated by the mesmerizing experience.
Naturally, she did not embark on the journey unaccompanied; she was accompanied by her bosom companion, Emily. Despite Emily's lack of enthusiasm for Tokio Hotel, she graciously consented to join at the behest of her cherished friend.
Strolling towards the stage, they reveled in the grandeur of the vast assembly.
Tom commenced the gentle plucking of his guitar strings while Gioia gracefully pushed the throng to attain a more intimate view.
She completely and utterly enamored, Emily on the other hand was appalled *"seriously this dude looks 7"* she thought to herself.
Tom indulged in a subtle smirk directed at Gioia, as Gioia's cheeks blush an orchid pink.
Upon the passage of time, Tom concludes his strumming and plucking of his guitar.
He smirks at Gioia as Bill stood next to him "Greetings, exquisite one" Tom said smirking from ear to ear.
Gioia's cheeks heat up "Hi.." she stumbles out being utterly flustered.
Bill simply cast his gaze upon Emily, sporting the most unintelligent grin one could conjure, whilst uttering, "Greetings, dearest beauty."
Emily thought to herself *"Wattafak that looks like an emo rat"*, she says "why do u talk like ur from the 1800s i swear tf?".
Bill coughed nonchalantly haven't having a clue what she's on about while vigorously side eyeing her.
Tom executes a graceful backflip from the stage, gracefully alighting before Gioia, whereas Bill endeavors to follow suit but merely meets an ignominious descent, landing squarely upon his countenance.
Tom leans in close to her "Let us depart to a secluded destination, my dear lady of beauty."
Gioia shakes out of excitement and anxiety, she nods.
Bill eloquently proposes to Emily, "Dear companion, would you care to accompany me to my humble abode?"
Emily gazes upon him with a countenance as though he had administered a stinging rebuke "EW WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH U!
U LOOK LIKE AN EMO TAMPON!" Emily cries out.
Bill gazes upon her with an air of perplexity.
Meanwhile, Gioia gracefully makes her way to the backroom accompanied by Tom...