Husband of My Dreams

Chapter One

A/N: I have big handwriting so it looks long when I write, but when I actually copy it over, it isn't that much. That's why my chapters and paragraphs always turn out short.

I looked through my black shirts, trying to figure out what to wear to the concert. The concert was in a small park since the band wasn't well-known, every Thursday, each time with a different band. I slipped off my nightshirt, finally settling on my heart-shaped music note shirt, putting it on with a pair of jeans. I put my blonde hair into a ponytail, going downstairs and putting on my glasses.

"Are you ready?" My mom asked as she walked by.

"Yeah." I followed her out the door and into the car to leave for the concert.

I set up my chair next to my moms as the band set up around 7pm. Hooking the chairs sleeve around the back, I went to the other side of my mom and set up my sisters chair, who was at work. I sat back in my chair as the band grabbed their instruments and got in their places in the band stand. As they looked into the audience, I tilted my head. They're all wearing sunglasses. Maybe because it's still bright out?

Nope. As it got darker, they still didn't take off their sunglasses. Are they trying to hide something? Be mysterious? Cause all it's doing is making me anxious. Why? Because I hate making eye contact with someone I don't know. How am I supposed to know if our eyes are meeting right now? Though it also makes me less anxious for the exact same reason. If I don't see his eyes, I won't be able to tell if he's looking at me.

I smiled at the intermission around 8pm, getting up to find my moms cousin, Ted. As we talked, I looked up to see the singer walking away. I shrugged, paying attention to Ted again.

"It was nice to see you again, Roxy." He smiled and hugged me. I just politely smiled and hugged back before letting go and walking away. Though I didn't get very far before I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry." I looked up, seeing sunglasses. The singer.

"It's alright." He smiled.

I quickly walked away and sat in my chair, feeling my cheeks get hot from anxiety. Good job, Roxanne.

My mom looked at me as we packed our chairs at 9pm. "I'm gonna go check out the merchandise table. Are you coming?" I nodded and hooked the chair around my shoulder, it in its sleeve. Following her to the merch table, I noticed the band surrounded by fans. An image of what happened earlier popped in my head and I looked down at my feet.

"If you keep looking at your shoes, you might bump into someone." I jumped slightly and looked at the somewhat familiar pair of shades. "Did I scare you?" He frowned.

"Kind of, yeah." I bit my lip.

"Sorry." He chuckled. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay from earlier."

I could feel my heart race and my cheeks get hot. "Y-Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah." He smiled, his hands in his pockets. He had on a black cap, his black hair underneath. "I'm Elijah."

"Roxanne."

"Well, Roxanne, it was nice bumping into you." He smiled again and walked away.

My mom walked over. "Ready to go?" I just nodded and followed her to the car.