Strangers In The Crowd

Here I am with my comrades at this music show,
I’ve been looking forward to this for months,
The opportunity to see my heroes, my idols,
Smile fixed on face as they perform in front of me,
But out of the corner of my eye I notice a girl,
An indifferent complexion on her face,
Alone on the periphery of her group.
I wonder what is wrong with her.
She possesses good looks and increasingly she captivates me. 

I’m bored at this gig and I sigh with despondency.
Dragged along to this sub-cultural refuge by my friends.
Disinterested in this noise, looking forward to going home.
Fixed ridged with boredom.
I’ve noticed that a guy keeps glancing at me,
He emanates an intriguing aura.
Shoving hands deep in pockets to counteract the chilly night air. 

Looking at the band but my thoughts and eyes wander back to the girl.
My attention strangely fixated upon her.
The band now just conjure ambient music to me.
Internally conflicting about whether I should talk to her.
Will she laugh in my face?
Will she humiliate me in front of my peers?
Will she rip me to shreds?
Must ignore my critical mind.
I walk over to her.