Imagine:
"I'm SO nervous, guys!" You and your band mates are about to open for Blue October at the House Of Blues in Dallas, Texas. You've been a band for a while, but you've never played anything of this calibur before. You try jumping in place to pump yourself up as you listen to the roar of the crowd. Excitement and nerves are all that run through your veins at this moment. What if I mess up? What if I royally screw this up and can't fix it or figure out a way to keep going? So many what ifs...You're really hoping this goes off without a hitch because there's a chance your crush may be in the audience.
As they announce the name of your group, you go running out to the microphone. The drummer starts off the first song, and you are in your element. All you know right now is your music. Jamming to the tune, you flail and sing your way all over the stage. The first song ends and you announce the second.
"Next, we'll be doing a cover of a band who has already been on this stage at least once. They're one of my favorite bands, even though they're no longer together. This is a song called 'Personal Insane Asylum' by Fly Away Hero!" The crowd screams and the song begins.
The cover goes perfectly. You create your own madness as the crowd goes wild for you, which fuels your fire and causes you to give the best performance of your life thus far. When your set finally comes to a close after the sixth song, you thank everyone for coming out and walk off stage while your roadies run on and put away your instruments. You're hot, sweaty, and your adrenaline is raging. You hug the other members of your band and congratulate each other on an awesome performance. You decide to wipe off your sweat with a towel in the bathroom and go watch the Blue October set from the crowd.
Walking out of the bathroom, you hear clapping. When you look to your right, you see the beautiful boy you were hoping was there. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Tall, handsome, amazing and every other positive adjective you could think of couldn't do this boy justice. His name is Dalton, and you know him from his boy band IM5. He, however, does not know you. He walks over to you and you smile at him.
"Hey, that was a crazy set. I was almost certain you were going to set the place on fire...literally!" You giggle at this and nod, still a little winded and trying to catch your breath. "I'm Dalton," he says. You reply, "I know. I love Fly Away Hero and IM5." He scratches his head casually. "I'm aware, since you covered P.I.A. That was awesome, by the way!" You blush and thank him. "You know...I don't normally do this, but I was wondering if you wanted to catch dinner after Blue October?" Your heart begins racing. "Uh, sure," you repsond, nervous but playing it cool. He takes your hand in his as he says "Let's go watch the show together. What do you say?" You grip his hand tight and run ahead of him. "Hurry up, Dalton! We're going to miss the first song!" He laughs as he, still holding your hand, runs up behind you and puts his arms around you. You smile up at him, and he smiles down at you as you hear the first chord of "Fear."
