It was only until his friends invited him to the concerts of the same band again. This time, the backup vocalist he was interested in stared back at him! Again, he didn't think too much of it and went home.

 On the third concert, she was practically staring at him throughout the concert as if he was the only one in the entire arena. He didn't know what to do. He's never flirted and had a girlfriend. What more when the person he likes is a singer of a famous band?

 He doesn't know what to do and ends up standing up to leave. Feeling dejected from his lack of confidence and skill, he began to walk out.

 But just before he leaves, she comes down the stage to look for him.

 She finds him with his friends waiting at the side of the road. She gasps then quickly goes to him.

 He looks at her in shock. "Ho—Wha, Miss, I like you."

 He didn't know what to do and randomly said what he was thinking at the moment.

 "Oh, that's good then, because I think I feel the same way?"

 "Want to talk tomorrow or something? Do you have anyone waiting for you or anything?"

 "No, no. Don't worry about them. I'll just tell them I'm not really in trouble or anything. I'll just add at the end: "P.S. It's him!"

 We drank coffee. The coffee shop was comforting in the awkward atmosphere we were in.

 I told my friends, "You know what's up. See you tomorrow." They all looked at me with eyes of shock and understanding.

 "They can't be in a rom-com. Can't they?"

 It was funny how awkward I thought our conversation was going to be. It ended up going well as if we had naturally good chemistry with each other. There might have been bias when I said that.

 Oh, well!

Now, that's a great opening! I like that! No joke, I won't cry until something bad happens like it does in real life. We need action! Action!

 "Oh, hi Allen."

 My name's Allen. How did she know that! Oh wait, I said my full name like 5 times before she left. Needed to make sure! Hehe.

 She asked me about my job, my family, and my well-being. I could tell she was taking this seriously.

 I want to put in my best effort too. I asked her if she loves her job. She said she does.

 I don't want to steal what she loves away. I told her my thoughts and she said it'll be fine if she doesn't go to concert all the time. "They're very patient with me."

 I told her of my freelance job as a software engineer. "I create software for all kinds of things, especially robotics. It's a time-consuming job, but it's good that I'm not tied to a company."

 I asked her if she wanted to post videos online of her singing. She didn't dislike the idea, but the day she got into the band was a happy day for her. Although she said that, she emphasized the fact that her dream has always been singing itself and not the band.

Maybe these stories are not for me. I feel more and more disconnected the closer she gets to him. My heart doesn't feel inclined to write this specific genre right now.

 I should take up a few unspecific books before venturing into a fresh, original world. Closed-up minds won't help me create differentiated creations.

 To speak blatantly, I hate undefined work: the stories that don't regain balance after the first few lines. I believe my most recent works indicate this. And let me just acknowledge the fact that I can write better than what I've written in the past. All I need is a few modifications to my writing.

"Harbor no guilt, harbor no shame, it is time for your name to rise again." This doesn't sound bad at all. I like it. I can use this for future connotations.

 "Indecisiveness will bring about pain, pain will bring about acknowledgment, and, acknowledgement will bring about change." How about that? Not bad? Does it even mean what I want it to mean?

"You call them weak; then you call them strong. But please don't let them take all the wrong." Okay, that makes sense in my mind. It's of the hatred toward sociopaths and psychopaths, emphasizing their mental sickness.

 "Feed the hungry, feed the poor, if so, you might realize your hunger too."

 I like challenging my own thoughts by taking in ones that contradict it. It helps me disconnect from my ego momentarily to sort out what I believe is most suitable for my peace.

 Leaving me alone wouldn't be nice, would it?

 I climbed the wide stairs to the bookshelves. It was endearingly light having nothing but the rain outside the wet glass panes. The occasional thunder was heartwarming too.

 I picked a spot to rest. Oh, look! A very regular-looking reader! Might as well ask what he could be reading.

 Oh, he's reading a study book guide. Good luck to you chap!

 I was very happy to hear the books silently whispering their intense plot line, waiting for me to choose some.

 I finished reading after two books. I'll just read on a reader app for this evening.

 I opened my music-streaming app on the laptop. I got my heavy metal, nu metal, and alternative metal play in the background. I had to search up what genres it was.

 Sooner or later, I finished one book as it wasn't completed yet. I also switched to a more light music as I felt calmed down.

 I might have not said, but my kind of music depends on my mood. I like metal when I need a release of frustration. I slide into metal core, post-hardcore, and pop punk as I slow down. And sooner or later, I end up listening to hip-hop, pop, and finally, ambient music. There's no exact order to my songs, but this explains it at least.

 I can't write and write with my emotions unreleased, because with my stress rapidly escalating, an event known as thought disorder and psychosis appear in me.

 Now that I think about it. I talk to myself all the time when that happens. I know the voices aren't real, but my ears hurt from all the noise.

 There's so much I need to say.

 I'll leave it here. I'm sorry. For now.