GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy/Spy
I was halfway through the guitar solo for "Die Love, Die" when I first saw him, a twenty-something self-confident creep in the third row. I supposed the guy was kind of hot with his spiky green hair and strong, angular features, but something about him was making alarm bells blare in my head, loud even over the roar from my amplifier.
I don't know what made me notice him. There wasn't anything remarkable about the guy, really. Even the green hair was standard for this place. It was just that he was watching me. Actually, the perv was staring at me, which surely was why my heart was keeping time with the double kick drum. I knew Green Haired Guy had no clue that I was only sixteen, but it still creeped me out when old guys looked at me like that. I mean, the dude looked nearly thirty! Gross! I put him out of my mind and focused on the solo.
When we got to the breakdown, a dancy drums and bass part, I looked up. Green Haired Guy was right in front of me now, uncomfortably close to the edge of the three-foot high stage. His unearthly jewel green eyes were the only ones still on me. There was something about those eyes... intense and focused, too old for the rest of him. That was the only thing about him that stood out. Otherwise, he blended perfectly into the crowd.