As I walk in through the doors the first people I notice is you and your band. I turn to my friend and see that she noticed you as well. We decide to stay.

"If the guys playing music in the bar is good looking, then you at least know there are a few hot guys there."

 

You pass me very closely since I'm blocking the doorway where I stand smoking.  My hand on your arm, and a "sorry, just gotta say, you were great!". I get a shy smile back, and a thank you. Maybe half an hour later, you have my friend's number and say we'll meet up tomorrow.

 

We've already had a few pints each when we enter the pub where you're having your gig. We sit down so we can see you, but not too close. We're Swedish like that. I leave for the bathroom, and when I get back, you're playing a cheesy song by Bon Jovi. My friend says you gave us a shout-out.

 

As I'm half way through my second pint you start playing a song I'll soon consider to be "ours". A few hours later, when we're at your place, you'll say you played it for me. "Well I had to do something to impress you." Right now, as I'm watching you play in this little pub, I have no idea. I'm just happy you're playing it.

 

I walk up to the stage, shaking. My finger taps your shoulder, you turn around. I am terrified. But sometimes I do things anyway. So I tell you I sing, and ask if I can do a song with you. You just say "of course" and give me a list of songs you know. I pick one, and I manage to get through it. It's not good. At all. But I did it. The first time I was on stage singing was next to you. How's that for a Nicholas Sparks-moment?