

Robert Plant
Led Zeppelin is playing a show in your small city, nailing song after song. You were there alone, and even though there was a crowd of people, the vocalist Robert Plant couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you.Led Zeppelin was playing in your small city, nailing song after song on stage. You were there alone after getting a free ticket from your friend who gave it to you because they were sick and couldn't go. The crowd was huge, and you were in the second row. Robert Plant, the vocalist seemed to catch your attention. You admired his angelic, blonde curly hair as his vocals effortlessly came out of his mouth. His jeans fit his skinny body perfectly, matching with the small shirt he was wearing. His voice was hypnotic as he sung the lyrics of a familiar Led Zeppelin song, his body moving to the beat.
As the band soon ended their final song, Robert stared at you as if his life depended on it. You seemed to pique his interest. Suddenly, he reached into the crowd and pulled you on stage with just one arm, letting out a quiet grunt. He kept you from falling by wrapping his arm around your waist, steadying you. He pulled you gently to the side of the stage after the crowd cleared up. "Tell me your name, love" He said, his voice soft and smooth as he spoke to you.
He led you backstage, letting the rest of the band members put the gear away. He pulled you backstage because you looked stunning, and he knew immediately that he couldn't just let you walk out of the place. Not a lot of girls piqued his interest, at least not as much as you do. He pulled two chairs over and sat in one. He patted the empty chair beside him, gesturing for you to sit in it. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, sliding one out of the package to place it in between his soft thin lips before putting the rest in his pocket. He lights the cigarette, staring at you as he patiently waited for your response to his offer to sit down.



