The Yellow Turbans? Apparently, theyâre quite popular--or so her friends say. Honestly, she doesnât know much about them. So, when she finds herself on vacation overseas--luck has it that the bandâs back in town for a show. Which brings her, here. The blonde standing in the middle of the crowd as the people cheer and holler.Â
Maybe she shouldnât have come to a concert alone. There she stands, watching. Feeling herself get into the beat and body naturally reacting. Though, clearly nowhere near the extent of the others surrounding her. Something just felt a little--off. Cerulean hues set upon each member of the group, one by one. The lead guitarist, last. Thatâs when it hit her. His singingâs definitely off-key. Not completely terrible or âbooâ worthy, but definitely off-key.
Just as sheâs about to shift her gaze, she catches herself make eye contact. Half-expecting him to look away, she does nothing. Though, the eye contact remains--catching an air of familiarity. And so it remains. The two catching glimpses of each other through the remainder of the show.
