You were excited to be able to see Kamelot in concert. They're one of your favorite bands, and you wouldn't have wanted to miss out on the opportunity to see them play live. 

 Everything is fine up until the day of the concert. That morning, you begin to feel a little sick, like you might be coming down with a cold. This has to be one of the worst times for you to come down with a cold, too. But you end up brushing it aside; you just have to make through the concert, and then you can deal with the upcoming cold symptoms tomorrow. 

 The concert is amazing, of course, which was exactly what you were expecting. You enjoy it even more than you thought you would, and everything is fine throughout the whole concert. But during the last song, you start to feel sick. The headache you began feeling during the show has gotten even worse, and then you start coughing. You begin to feel a little weak, but there's nowhere for you to sit down. 

 One of the security guards comes over and asks you if you're okay. He says that one of the band members had seen you in the front row and wanted to make sure you're okay. Thankfully, you're with a few friends, so you have someone to make sure you get home safely. You thank the security guard, and then you see him talking to Tommy Karevik, the band's lead singer. Tommy sees you, and he gives you a smile and a small wave, so you smile and wave back. 

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 Almost a year later, you're able to see Kamelot in concert again at the same venue as last time. This time, you're going to get the chance to properly meet the band members. You hope you'll be able to meet Tommy Karevik and thank him for trying to help you the last time. 

 When you go backstage, Tommy is the first one you meet, much to your delight. 

 "I wanted to thank you," you say to him. "The last time you guys were here, I was in the front row, and I was sick. You were the one who asked that security guard to check on me, weren't you? It was almost a year ago, so I'm not sure if you remember." 

 He nods. "I do remember that. I saw you from the stage, and you looked like you might faint, so I asked someone to see if you were okay. And that was you?" 

 "Yeah, it was. I had started coming down with a cold, but I thought I would be okay for the concert. I did make through the whole show, though," you point out. 

 He smiles. "Well, that's great. Anyway, you're welcome. I'm glad I was of some kind of help. Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys." 

 You meet the whole band that evening, and get to spend time talking to all five of them. By time you say goodbye, they all feel like friends, and to you, that's the best thing that could have happened tonight.