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The room was pitch black but Carter could tell that it was packed, just by the sheer noise of the crowd. The sound was deafening. Loud screeches and whistles filled the air as the two girls made their way through the crowd. Carter knew this venue like the back of her hand, given the fact that her father owned the place, it was like it was her own backyard. The crowd shoved and pushed against them, shouting curses and slurs as they made it to the barriers. Through the dark she managed to spot a guard, Henry. "Henry!" She shouted over the crowd. She managed to get his attention. "Miss. Parks!" he was shocked to see her here, "What can I do for you." She opened her mouth to talk but was interrupted by the loud groan of a guitar. The stage light shot on, blinding the girl. That's when she saw him. Through the lights and the other members she spotted him. He sat there at the drums waiting patiently with his head down for his part to begin. His shaggy blonde hair was being kept out of his face by a bandana and his jaw was lined by scruff. She was enamored by the man. "Miss. Parks!" her concentration was shattered by henry's screams, "How can I help you?" She was clearly startled and couldn't form a sentence as her mind and eyes travelled back to the boy who was now banging away on his instrument. "I uh- backstage. I need to be there." Henry followed her stare and chuckled, "Right away Miss. Parks." He helped the girls over the barrier and led them up a few stairs and down a short hallway. Carter involuntary frowned when her view of the boy was obstructed, her smile soon returned when Henry pushed back a curtain revealing the perfect view of the band, but most importantly the most perfect view of him.