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Extra Ticket

Description: AU where Dan and Phil meet at a Muse concert.

Warnings: None. Decided to do another fluffy one.

It’s the best feeling in the world, going to a concert. Especially when it’s your favorite band. You dream about it for months, you plan it down to the last detail, you bounce around in your seat on the drive to the venue. Everything feels perfect. You step into the building or wherever it is, and you wait in a group of others like you, all ready to scream the lyrics at the top of their lungs and dance and smile and just drink in the experience. When the lights drop, your stomach jumps to your throat and a few lights come back over the stage and the band steps out and you realize it’s real, the band is directly in front of you, almost close enough to touch. You spend the next hour jumping and sharing this with the people around you. There’s hardly a better feeling than that. But, there are a few. Like falling in love.

Now imagine doing both at the same time.

Phil was going to a Muse concert, and he was experiencing all of this. He had been waiting to go for months and he was just so ready to go. He’d even picked out a special outfit to wear, even though he knew no one would be able to see him through the dark. He was supposed to have a friend going with him, but she had flaked at the last second, so he was left with an extra ticket. He drove himself down with both tickets in his pocket, and he gave it to the first person who seemed to need a ticket outside. That person happened to be a boy whose haircut almost matched his. The guy was a little taller, and he seemed really awkward around the crowd, so Phil simply walked up to him, asked if he needed it, and gave it to him. The guy was extremely thankful and he got into line next to him. Phil couldn’t help but chuckle when he noticed the guy kept staring at him.

When the doors opened, the crowd rushed in, and Phil found himself standing by the boy again. He took the opportunity to look him over, too. He was taller, yes, but looked younger and less experienced in the world. And his clothing choice was.. Interesting, to say the least. He was wearing black skinny jeans similar to the ones Phil was wearing, and a leather shirt. No, seriously, a shirt made of leather. Who wears leather to a concert? Who even buys a shirt like that? Where could you buy a shirt like that?? Phil had to keep himself from asking, and he might’ve actually done it if the lights hadn’t made the loud clanging noise and went out, causing a collective scream to arise from the crowd. The band walked out, and all thoughts of the oddly leather-clad boy were erased from Phil’s mind as they launched into the intro of Supremacy. Half way through the song, though, Phil got bumped back and he was forced to look at the boy as he almost fell. He seemed to be singing along, but it was really quietly and he still seemed awkward and shy. Phil watched him for the rest of the song. It was weird- Matt Bellamy was maybe 15 feet from him and singing in his angelic voice, but Phil couldn’t tear his eyes away from that boy.

The song ended, and they played two more before a short intermission. Phil couldn’t held it anymore. He tapped on the boy’s shoulder, and he turned around. The boy’s face lit up. “Oh, you’re the guy who gave me his ticket! Thank you so much, I love this band!” Phil couldn’t reply. The guy was… Well, to put it simply, Phil thought he was beautiful. Somehow, he looked good, even wearing something as silly as a leather shirt. Phil’s breath stuck in his throat and he couldn’t reply, and the boy frowned. “Oh, you want me to pay you back, I suppose. I don’t have the money right now, but I’d be glad to pay you back some other time. I could-“

"Oh, no, no, you don’t need to pay me. It was my pleasure to give you that ticket, I’m glad to make you happy." Phil smiled weakly, his stomach doing flips and twists. "What’s your name?" he managed to ask, trying to seem confident enough to ask. The boy smiled and pushed his hair back out of his face. "My name’s Dan. And yours?" Phil couldn’t help but notice the boy- I mean, Dan’s- dimples, how perfect and deep they were. "I’m Phil," he replied, still looking at the boys cheeks, even as his dimples faded from them. "So, Dan, what’s with the shirt? You look like a serial killer," he joked, touching it lightly. It felt nice under his fingers, though he was sure if couldn’t be comfortable on his chest. Dan smiled and retaliated with "Oh, sure I’m a serial killer, but at least my shirt doesn’t look like a 6 year old boy’s pajamas." He pointed to Phil’s star shirt. Phil laughed.

"Whatever. I like you, Dan." Phil couldn’t help but smile. ‘Like’ was a total understatement. Phil knew he had just developed a crush on this boy who he hadn’t even known for an hour. Dan nodded. "I like you, too, Phil." The intermission ended all too soon, and Dan was lost in the music again. Phil couldn’t even enjoy the rest of the songs. He was too caught up in the boy in front of him. He had to stop himself from talking to Dan the whole time, because he knew that he was too busy enjoying the concert.

The concert seemed to end just seconds later, and the sudden rush of people leaving caused Phil to lose Dan in the crowd. He tried to look over everyone’s heads and catch him and talk to him more, just a little more, but he was lost in the sea of people swarming through the darkness. Phil sighed and left, understanding that it wasn’t meant to be anyway. They were totally random people who had talked for 5 minutes. It didn’t matter how pretty the boy had been, because he was a stranger. He was a stranger in a leather shirt. Phil walked outside to his car, and began to dig through his jacket pocket for his keys. He found them, but when he pulled them out, a slip of paper fell out with it. He unfolded it, and his heart swelled, knowing who it was from. It read “If you ever feel like talking to a serial killer, you know what to do.” Then there was a phone number. Phil smiled. He really liked this Dan guy.