The boy in the band
My friend dragged me to this concert one night. A few small bands were playing and then some artist I'd never heard of was headlining. The fact that I'd never heard of them was probably a good indication that they were good.
After an hour and a half of jumping around in a small space with a bunch of sweaty strangers, I needed some air. I headed out the front of the venue. One of the support bands were signing autographs and posing for pictures. I stood to the side and closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths.
"Are you okay?" I heard. I looked up to see one of the guys from the band.
"Yeah. Shouldn't you be, erm, meeting and greeting?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm just the drummer, no one really even remembers my name." He smiled. "It's cool, half that crowd have never heard us before tonight. I think its just like in case we ever became famous. Or they're hoping one of us is their soulmate." He joked.
"They could be, you never know," I shrug.
"You do? Already met yours then?"
"You see that guy over there?" He pointed at one of his bandmates. I think he was the singer but I wasn't sure.
"I'm gonna marry him." He said it with such certainty and pride I couldn't help but smile along with him.
He chatted to me for a minute, then his soulmate strolled over.
"You ready?" He asked putting his tattooed arm around the drummer.
"For anything," he smiled.