I’d never been to a concert in my life, so I had no clue what to expect, but I hadn’t imagined this. It was as if the insane levels of excitement in the stadium seeped into every molecule in my body, every drop of blood. It was impossible not to fall in with the crowd when tens of thousands of people were so ecstatic.
It was addicting, damn near bewitching.
What was happening on that stage could only be described as powerful. The shirtless man behind the drum kit pounded out a heavy beat, banging his head with each strike of his drumsticks. The two guitarists played with perfect synchronicity, creating a melody that sent shivers down my spine. The bassist strummed like the instrument was an extension of his own body, as if making that deep thrum that vibrated through the soles of my shoes and up my legs was his only purpose in life.
They were a sight to watch, each man as gorgeous, if not more so, than the next.
But it was the lead singer that captivated me the most. Hell, he captivated the entire freaking audience. His showmanship and enthusiasm were unlike anything I’d ever seen. Not only that, but he was, by far, the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
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