*Ironic Devil Horn Gesture*

I never know how to act at gigs. I feel self-concious and odd. I can't let myself go, and I don't trust  my sense of rythem, so I sort of half-frown and bob my head, and I feel it makes me look like I'm somewhere else, on a higher plain, observing it as a piece of art on a level far beyond everyone else. Holding a piece of paper empowers me, too. It means I don't have to commit. I'm not there as a fan, nor by accident. I'm there to Do Something, and For a Reason. I sometimes wish I could just hold a piece of paper throughout life in general.
And then I caught her eye.

Charlotte Street - A novel by Danny Wallace