A/N: Hi! Here's the first chapter of my first Matteney fan fiction ever. I guess it's a little slow and/or boring, but I promise next chapter will be better. This start is slightly based on a true fact: I went to a concert in Barcelona last school year, and the conference hostess who helped me actually looked a lot like CC, so I remember I was like 'OMG'! And well, that's all. Hope you enjoy it!

He had been warned about it. Matthew perfectly knew that it was a big deal for his friend Matt to be in one of the city's most important choirs. Moreover, there were advantages: as a singer, he received some tickets from every show they did so his friends or family could get to see the concerts for free. Matthew was also enthusiastic about music, so he kept asking Matt for a ticket until he got him one for that season's last concert.

And there he was. On his way.

It was not that he was disappointed. He didn't regret going there, yet there was a lack of motivation and he felt somehow tired since he had been struggling with his master's degree and doing some extra work here and there. He would also probably feel kind of lonely there because Matt gave the two remaining tickets to their friends David and Jen, who had started dating four months ago and acted like two lovebirds. He wasn't even going to sit next to them, but somewhere further from the stage, because Matt hadn't been able to get adjacent seats for all of them.

He kept himself immersed in his inner thoughts until he reached the emblematic modernist building. Matthew had always thought it was somehow excessively ornate, but at the same time it was his favorite auditorium so far, so at the end he would always be delighted by the inexplicable magic that surrounded it. Actually, that day would be kind of special for him: he had been there before, but he had never seen nor heard a concert inside the auditorium.

Suddenly, his smartphone buzzed inside his pocket, so he unlocked it and two messages from Jen popped up on the screen:

'We're sitting here yet.'

'Matty, where are you?'

He put his phone back into his pocket as he was getting inside the light burgundy building. He wasn't really fond of cellphones and he would be inside in a minute, so he didn't feel like answering. When he lifted his head up and looked around the lobby, he realized it was already crowded. People there were mostly seniors and middle-aged, perhaps some families too. He turned left and went up the first staircase, and then he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He looked up and saw Jen with a pleasant smiling face.

—How are you? I came back here to pick some concert programs for me and David. He said that perhaps Matt's name would appear in it! —Jen said as she went downstairs.

She pointed at the shelf full of leaflets that was right behind him to finally take two of them. She turned around to face Matthew again, as he gave her a forced smile.

—Hey, are you okay? You haven't said anything yet —she asked, with a worried look.

—Hum… Yes, I am. Don't worry. It's just… —he muttered, rubbing his neck.

—Oh, I know —she raised her hand with a firm move, signaling him to stop talking —. It's one of those days, isn't it?

—Yeah. I guess it is.

They had already talked about it when they all first met. Matthew was usually a funny outgoing guy who could spend a lot of days hanging out with his friends with a big smile on his face, but then there were days when he would rather be reticent and remain on his own. It was not that he didn't like people; he just needed to be alone sometimes. And it seemed it was one of those moments.

—Well, don't worry! —Jen patted him on the shoulder with a sweet smile —. I'd better get back with David, just take your time and we'll see you inside.

—Great, see you! —Matthew waved his hand as she was going upstairs.

He took another program from the shelf and took a look at it quickly. After that, he wrapped it with his hand and casually proceeded to go up the stairs that would lead him to the stalls, hoping that Schubert's Mass No. 6 in E flat major would keep him entertained.

—

When he first entered the esthetically appealing concert hall, he felt a little lost. Yes, he had already been there —he went on a guided tour twice with his parents when he was a kid—, but that one was a quite different situation. The room was full of people searching for their seats and Matthew wasn't able to find David and Jen anywhere. For a moment, he internally cursed himself and wished he had arrived earlier.

But then, he laid eyes on her.

Perhaps it was because of the magic that surrounded the hall itself, but that vision charmed him from the very beginning. He had no doubt she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen: a slim but graceful figure could be noticed in spite of the plain black and warm pink suit she was wearing, her dark hair tied up in a ponytail. She had huge dazzling blue eyes and her sweet features —with adorable freckles all over her skin, he noticed— invited him to get closer.

For the way she dressed, Matthew could say she was part of the staff, and he knew he wasn't mistaken when he took a few steps towards her and saw that she was returning a ticket to an old lady, pointing out some spot at her left, clearly telling her where to go.

He smiled to himself, looking down, and took a moment to appreciate his new current situation: not only was she the nicest-looking human being he had ever seen, but she was about to save him because he sincerely had no idea where to sit. He silently thanked God or Mother Nature —he had never known what to believe in— and waited patiently —or, actually, not so much— for his turn to exchange some words with her.

He was getting more and more nervous as he walked through the crowd, moving closer to her. He had noticed that she had spoken to different people in other languages. He guessed there were a lot of foreigners and tourists, but he wasn't surprised after all: the concert was expected to be remarkable and Matt's choir director was well-known among the public.

—Su asiento está justo ahí, al lado del pasillo —she said to a brunette girl, as he recognized some words in Spanish.

Matthew was lost in his own thoughts again when the couple in front of him thanked the young woman for her help. He nearly missed the opportunity to casually run into her, but he quickly turned to look at her to find her big blue eyes amusingly looking at him.

—Oh…! —he blushed instantly while searching for the ticket in his pocket.

He handed the tiny piece of paper to her without hesitation. She looked at it just for a few seconds and looked back at him.

—Mire, vaya hacia allí d- —she suddenly realized she wasn't speaking his language, or at least that was what Matthew guessed she had thought because of the questioning look he had given her previously—. I'm sorry! I'm getting used to speak Spanish today…

—Don't worry —Matthew assured her, contemplating her priceless smile as her cheeks turned slightly red.

—Look, your seat is in that row just behind that column, you'll see the number —she said efficiently, pointing to show me where I should go.

—Great, thank you so much.

She continued with her assignment, so Matthew followed the instructions while he was still being pushed away by the crowd. He found his seat and finally saw David and Jen, who were sitting two rows ahead, waving at him. Jen began to speak to him, carefully articulating his words due to the general noise.

—Aren't you excited? This will be amazing, I can't wait! —Matthew smiled as she showed her growing enthusiasm.

Right then, when everyone was on their sits, most of the hall lights were toned down progressively, indicating that the event was about to start. Matthew looked around once more, trying to find her. He saw her standing there, to the left side of the hall, next to other staff members. He smiled for a second, but he felt helpless when he noticed the small identity label each one of them was wearing on their suits, consequently realizing the lack of a very relevant piece of information.

He didn't know her name.

So, I guess this is it for now! Please, let me know if you liked it or if you would like to read more chapters, and feel free to message me or ask me anything you want.