Premise based on literally my actual life right now, with remarkably little modification even to the names omfg:
Steve and Robin go to a concert. The opener is an up and coming group named for the lead: Chrissy Cunningham. They're great, so is the rest of the concert. Robin is swooning over Chrissy the whole time. That night, Steve posts to his insta story about how he thought the drummer was playing this one song with a handful of spaghetti and how cool that was. He's making fun of himself a little, doubly so for the fact that he tried to ask Chrissy when she was in the audience, but couldn't hear her answer. She may have said corn husks. He tags the group in it, mostly so other people can hear this awesome song, and expects that to be the end.
Except Gareth, the drummer, reposts it bc the whole band thinks its funny af, and they double down that it was definitely 100% a handful of spaghetti and every time they play that song, he goes through another box. And, again, Steve laughs, likes it, and thinks this is the end.
He really, really, reallllllly wasn't expecting the guitarist, who doesn't have a face in his pfp, DMs Steve to ask him to come to their next show, specifically to help with an elaborate pasta based joke backstage.
Sorta weird, but this Eddie guy says Steve can bring Robin and they'll meet the band, so he has to say yes.
Steve knows going in that Robin is going to be a rambly disaster of a lesbian, so he needs to be the ultimate wingman. That plan gets blown out of the water when the guitarist greets them, and Steve's brain empties of everything except for: Oh No. He's Hot.
