That moment when, you're a teenage girl (obviously) who has just discovered this fabulous band that are completely new to you (well not completely new, as you saw them on music channels before, but disregarded them because of the beards - silly girl). You literally cannot stop listening to this one song, and have it on repeat for around 300 turns. You like it so much that you decide to do further research, download the majority of their songs which come at the top of 'limewire' and then give them all a listen to see if you love them too.
Weeks later, you're still crazy on the band. In fact you are so in love in with the lead singer, you watch every single video and 'screenshot' it when he looks 'cute'. You also do some bullshit edits in paint of the two of you hugging (remember; teenage girl). You do even more research, desperately wanting more so you google the discography...oh wait, there's one you haven't downloaded yet. Might check out those lyrics...
You read along through, yeah they sound nice. Oh wait a minute...there's a name in it? Oh wait! It's your bloody name!!! In black and white, on the second album. No one can take this away from you. This isn't a shit picture you've made on a shit program, this is on their record.
You scramble to download it immediately, and as it plays you follow the lyrics with great anticipation until around one and a half minutes, and there it is; the screeched confession of loving you back.
I cannot wait to see the Kings of Leon this June.
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