I wish I was looking into your eyes…
You're stand'Shane'ing in the middle of the crowd. The music is pumping through your blood; hands are occasionally flinging into your face; the screams are deafening and silent all at the same time.
Your best friend's fingers are entwined with yours to make sure not to lose each other in the wild crowd, but you're not aware of her. He continues to belt out the lyrics to one of the songs you can't bothered to remember, bopping around, and in the back of your mind you wonder how he has so much freaking energy, until you remember that he's 'Shane Gray'.
The boys on stage finish off the song, and you find yourself screaming along with your best friend.
'Shane''s eyes scan the crowd. And pauses for a moment on where you swear to this day is you. His dark eyes stare into yours for a split second that feels like he's peeking through to your soul.
All of a sudden, you feel faint. It doesn't matter he doesn't know you; it doesn't matter he can't tell your face from every other surrounding him and his brothers. You know there was a connection, and you will cherish that for the rest of your life.
He looks away, beginning a new song.
All of a sudden, you realize that you could – that you would – die happy, knowing 'Shane Gray' had looked at you.