Y/B/N- Your band name

It felt like a dumb idea to start a band, but it was something to pass the time for you and your friends to do and lead to minor fame in the alternative scene throughout central Indiana. For the most part people were against your band along with anything remotely punk, but there was a niche circle of people that really enjoyed the concept of an all-female punk band. Your group made your way around the local towns, playing in any bars that would take you and the few dedicated fans that you had made it all worth it.

For that night you were in Hawkins, Indiana at The Hideout to play a short set and hope to grow your fanbase. The bar was almost busy, more people in it than the normal bars you played in and even if half of them were middle-aged drunk men, you were still going to play as though they gave a shit about your music. Your band took the stage, and you sang your heart out. By the end of the set, you felt the normal buzz of excitement that you got from performing in front of a crowd. Your friends agreed to grab a drink before heading home and you weren't one to turn it down, even if you weren't legally old enough to drink.

You tidied up your stage as the music returned to the records that the bar picked to play before heading down to the bar. As you tried to manoeuvre over to where your friends had set up base, you bumped into a woman.

When she turned around, you instantly felt flustered. Other than your band, she was probably the only woman there, roughly your own age and beautiful. Words escaped you as you looked over the woman you had accidentally bumped into. Her light brown hair just hit her shoulders where she wore a tattered old jacket, the lapels lined with pins that for the most part matched your own on your rucksack, all covering the current feminism movement and general nerdy or movie related topics.

"I'm so sorry," you apologised. "I didn't mean to."

She let out an awkward laugh. "It-t's okay."

The man beside her rested a hand on her shoulder, looking at her concerned, rarely ever seeing her just start talking to others.

"You alright, Robin?" He asked.

She nodded her head, trying to subtly hit the man with her but it was far more obvious than she wanted.

"Fine... I'm fine," she said firmly to him before turning back to you. "You're the singer from Y/B/N?"

You nodded your head. "Yeah, what'd you think? We don't get many couples at our shows."

Robin forcefully laughed, looking between you and the man beside her, a snort escaping her.

"Steve and me," she laughed, her words exploding from her. "We aren't together, we're just friends."

A small smile curled onto your lips. "Sorry for assuming."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's okay. But anyway... your show was amazing, you're really talented."

You had received compliments before but coming from Robin it seemed to warm your heart more than any you had received before.

"W-would you like to join us?" Robin said, an over-strained smile upon her face.

Your eyes darted over to your bandmates who were chatting and drinking, not even noticing that you weren't there. You felt a little bad for abandoning them but when a pretty girl talks to you, you don't just turn them down.

"I would love to."

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Written by Charlotte.

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