Rock Imagines/ Oneshots

Jim Morrison - People Are Strange

Y/N POV:

"Hi Buddy.." I walk over to my pet bird.
"You don't wanna talk today..?"

I've been feeling a little sad today, I was supposed to go see The Doors, But my seat was given up.
I sit down on my couch and scroll through my phone.

'THE DOORS! TONIGHT IN CALIFORNIA!'
Great, I can't stop thinking about it now..

Well, I guess I can go out, Maybe get some Food.
I could go for some Italian food, Pasta cheers me up.

While walking across the room I bump Into the wall, Leaving a scratch on my neck.

"AHHH!" I yell.
I think its bleeding, I scramble to my bedroom and grab a scarf.

I groan a little, Gently wiping off some blood with a paper towel.

Cautiously, I walk out the room and put my shoes on. Before I walk out the door I wrap the scarf around my neck, Lets hope no one finds it suspicious.

Well Its almost eighty seven degrees outside, Great!
I get in my car and turn on the radio.

"People are strange, when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly, when you're alone.
Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted, Streets are uneven when you're down."

I love this song, Jim Morrison has such a beautiful voice. I really wish That I was able to see them...
Well, Italian food cheers me up.

I pull into the restaurant, No ones here, Well Two cars, must be a cook, maybe the manager too, he's cool.

"Cmon Y/N, Cheer up..."

I walk into the restaurant, "Oh hi Y/N!"
"Hey Dan.." He gives a concerned look.

"Whats wrong? You usually brighten up the place!"
I frown and shrug a little, "I was supposed to see The Doors tonight, But my seat was given up.."

"Aww! Im so sorry! Here, Dinners on me, What do you want?"

I slightly smile, "Oh Dan you're so sweet, Thank you so much, Uhm, May I get the fettuccine Alfredo?"
"Of corse! Let me call up a chef."

"Thanks Dan."

Call up a chef? I see two cars besides mine, But it's just me and Dan..?

I sit down in the corner and notice theres a table with a half full Water glass, maybe I'm not alone here.

"Okay Y/N, The chef will be here in about Fifteen minuets."
"Okay."

The mens bathroom door opens, this guy looks familiar...

"Hey Jim! I called the chef, he'll be here soon, I hope you don't mind her over there." Dan points to me.

"H-h-hi..." I stutter, Wait, thats Jim Morrison..?!

"Hi dear, I like your shirt."
I look down at my The Doors Shirt, its a silhouette of Jim.

"O-oh-h t-thank-s.." He smiles and walks towards me.

"Will you be at the show tonight?"
I look down to my shoes, "N-no.. I was supposed to."
"Oh why aren't you going?"

"M-my seat w-was g-given up..."
"Oh I'm so sorry!"

I softly smile, "Its okay.."
He sits down at my table, "Im so sorry.."
"I-i-its okay-y.."

"So, whats your name dear?"
"O-oh.. I'm Y/N.."

"Aww, Y/N, I like that name."
He softly strokes my bare arm, my face turns a soft red.

"How about we have dinner, So I can get to know you."