Fifty Shades of Kurt Cobain~

Who are you?

The guy with the blonde hair is staring directly into my eyes. I take a small step back as I realize I am in front of Kurt Cobain's doppleganger. He smiles and again brushes my arm with his hand, then motions that it is too loud to talk here, that we should go outside. Apparently he understands my hesitation because he mouths the words "I just want to talk."

I study him closely, wondering if this man got plastic surgery or something in order to look exactly like Kurt. I then glance around me to see how other people are reacting to this person that stands before me. It seems as though no one notices, so I figure that it's just me being weird. With a slight smile in return I decide to follow him.

Taking my hand, he roughly pushes past the other audience members and guides me towards the exit of Toad's. After being outside for a few minutes he finally breaks the awkwardness.

"Hello, having fun?" He inquires.

I lean against the cool brick of the building and stare him down. He simply smiles. "Yes actually. I've been dying to see this band ever since their debut. You?"

"Definitely. Especially now that I'm talking to you." I  think he might have winked, but in the darkness I could not be sure.

I feel myself flush, and am thankful for the night; I change the subject. "So how much was the plastic surgery?"

He cocks his head slightly and asks, "What do you mean?"

"Well duh, you look like Kurt Cobain's twin or something. How did you manage that?"

He laughs and takes out a cigarette; I immediately begin to hate how laid back this guy is. "I am no fake, I am Kurt Cobain."

"You almost had me going there, you asshole. Do you do this often? Go to concerts and dress up like him just to get laid? Fuck off." I angrily turn to walk away, but he catches my arm.

"Hey cool off, will you? I'm not lying."

I rip my arm away from him and shout, "I'm not a fucking idiot, and I said leave me alone!"

He backs off and watches as a bouncer approaches. The security guard looks around me and asks, "Who are you yelling at? Is everything alright?"

I frown and put one hand on my hip, then point at "Kurt" with the other. "I'm yelling at this moron who thinks it's funny to tell me that he's Kurt fucking Cobain."

The bouncer looks warily at me and says, "Ma'am have you been drinking? There is no one there."

I scoff. "Are you in on this joke too?"

"Ma'am please, I have more important things to do. You should call a cab and go home. Just please stop this nonsense." With that, he walks back to the entrance.