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I hit on the lead singer of a band last night. 

His performance was incredible and I was so impressed with how he commanded the room. During the first set I decided I wouldn't bother with the pit but the energy this band summoned was just toooo~ tempting! I fought through the crowd towards my friend and got them to hold my things and then proceeded to get tossed around the room like a beach ball. I always feel like I'm doing something wrong when I mosh, like I'm somehow disrupting other's experiences. I fear I've got the wrong shoes on, or I push with my forearm when I should be pushing open palmed. When I tried to shout this feeling into another friend's ear we miscalculated our movements and almost mashed mouths. We laughed (because it was hilarious) and he told me he felt the same way which was funny too because he's much better at it than me. Later in the night somebody tossed somebody else into said friend and gave him a bright red bloody nose, which makes me think that him and me might just be the least of the scene's concerns. 

Anyways, at first I just paid the singer a compliment. I told him he had a "Patrick Stump sort-of-thing going on." He was surprised by the comparison and I could see him think about it (you know like when somebody's eyes are physically moving because they're looking at something in their mind). The exchange was short and sweet and took place in the middle of the street as he took his guitar to his car. He thanked me and I thanked him and we went on with our nights.

I returned to the friend-of-a-friend I was chatting with. His shirt was drenched in sweat from the shirtless pit-princess man who'd been bumping into everyone all night (I complimented him as well, and yes I did tell him he was the princess of the pit.) There was a very distinct line where the moisture ended and this made the friend-of-a-friend and I chortle. Any time we were approached we regaled the story and laughed just as much as the first time we told it.

A girl came up to us and told me I was hot, or beautiful, or some other incredible and inebriated praise. She spoke so fast and jumped topics like a parkour party frog. I was thrilled to be receiving my first drunken sisterhood moment and I profusely complimented her back, despite being sober myself. She said the friend-of-a-friend was beautiful too, "beautiful like a woman with a mustache", and she told us about how she'd swapped rings with the girls sat on the steps of the venue. Before she left to go back into the belly of the beast she told me to never settle. 

Needless to say, I was on a high. Friend-of-a-friend and I lamented about how she made us feel drunk just by being drunk herself. The air was moist with sweat and liquor and smoke, and I was so happy to be out of the house. The last act had just finished and all four of us had finally been reunited after splitting off into twos all night. We had one last mission; get the front man of the main act to "sign" my friend's notes app. 

Back into the single room stage we marched, looking for the signature suit and mustache of said front man. He wasn't there at the moment, but the singer from earlier was and he approached me to talk more about what I had said. He spoke intelligently and we mused about Fall Out Boy's earlier works, and he seemed to feel just as strongly about them as I do. Feeling emboldened by the atmosphere and my lite beer cheerleader from earlier, I got his Instagram. 

The exchanges at these sorts of things go so fast and by the time you're in them you're already out- which made it hard to gauge reactions or do much of anything but yap a mile a minute. I felt something when I got his username and it laid dormant in the back of my mind for the rest of the night. But when I finally got home, settled in, and opened the app I realized it was apprehension that I sensed. 

Low and behold he has a girlfriend of three years! No wonder. She's every other post on his account, and they've been together since he was my age. Funny thing, that. Everybody is 23 or 18 and there is no in between. Well, except me and my friends I guess. 

I do regret trying to "seal the deal" so to speak, but I'm trying not to. It's a funny story that I can laugh about and I had a great time recalling it in this post, so no harm no foul, really. 

It's okay, though! I'll just get the front man's number next ;) jkjk