My life was normal. I was that teenager that secluded herself with books and fictional characters. I rarely go out of the house and I stuff myself with food that will probably send me into a diabetic coma. This was what defined my life. The normality of the circumstances.
Who knew that by the time I reached my nineteenth year that my life would be anything but normal. I had to give it to them though because I was clearly not expecting to meet a band and get close to them. And I was clearly not expecting to fall in love with one of them.