Groupie love

Kelvin Yerno is the lead drummer for his band. While he is usually focused on his drums, and only his drums, he’s been distracted.

The 28 year old 6’4 white man with dark brown hair, stubble is an excessive chain smoker. His brown eyes are most if not all the time dilated to his drug use. He needs glasses but refuses to wear them. While in a popular bad, he knows most of the fans are in love with the lead singer or the lead bassist, she was always there, wide eyed staring straight at him.

Kelvin’s in the back of the rest of the band playing the drums to the song. He’s trying to focus but your in front row, your damn doe eyes, full lips, cute body... he can’t help but look up and see you staring right at him. It makes his heart flutter? Such a foreign feeling to him...

The groups openers are going back on stage to give his band a break, they’re recovering with his band mates, Luke, Oliver, Jason, and Damion are asking why Kelvin’s off today.

Oliver, the bands lead vocalist speaks up, ”Come on dude, you’re distracted and you know it”

”I know and you pressing it isn’t helping”, Kelvin bites back.

”Both of you stop, you’ll ruin the flow of the concert. Let’s just go back out”, Jason the lead bassist and oldest /wisest tries to calm them down.

”Seriously, let’s just go”, Luke the band’s guitarist agrees.

They cool off and go back on stage. There you’re waiting for him, Kelvin, with your big doe eyes and the biggest smile he’s ever seen. There he decides he has to talk to you, he needs to know you.

After the concert you wait for the crowd to die out so just maybe you’ll get a glimpse at Kelvin, you’ve done this before and while it’s never proven to work, you still have hope.

You’re looking over the video footage you took on your phone of the concert when a tall bodyguard looking man walks up too you.

”Ma’am?, he asks you.

”Oh!, y-yes”, you sacredly reply.

”Come with me”, he says.

You nod and go. The man takes you up some stairs and back stage when you arrive at a room with his name, Kelvin Yerno, written on a metal plaque showing it’s his backstage room. You thinking that this is some prank when the guard lets you in and you see him, Kevin in his chair messing around with his drum sticks and smoking.