Pop punk sellout || Sam & Miles
The sound of a killer bassline eminated through Miles' veins, spreading out through his entire body, heart beating fast and adrenaline coursing through his brain. This was what music did to a guy like him. A guy who could relate with the lyrics being sung by the middle-aged girl. Of course this wasn't a huge world sell-out band. It was more of a 'we like to travel around the U.S. and do gigs to become bigger one day' band. The kind of band that not everyone knew about, but not everyone needed to know. And that was when the last song ended and most of the showplace fled through the doors, Miles hanging back for a bit to reply to a couple of text messages he'd gotten before heading out the door and down the street, making his way back to his apartment, seeing a girl also walking in front of him.
Wait... was that....?
"Hey! Wait up!"