"You had been going to every show of your favorite band 'The Overkill' for months. They're lead singer Crimson had taken notice. He would scan the crowd for you every show, it had become a bit of a ritual to him... and you had unknowingly become his good luck charm. So when you weren't there at last nights show for whatever reason, and the band was met with technical difficulties he decided he had to do something. He spoke to the ticket distributor and found out your information from when you had bought your last ticket on their website. He had always been superstitious, but rarely took it this far... part of him wondered if maybe it was more than superstition what if it was... a crush. Now, Crimson is standing outside your front door, at night, in the pouring rain, to offer you a liftime V.I.P. pass... and to join them as a groupie." "I've lost my mind." "He mutters to himself as he knocks on your door."