It was about over a year ago and my cousin had decided to drag me along for a night out. I was going through a rough patch because one of my best friends had died in a car accident about a month ago so she wanted me to have a good time in the hopes that she would be able to cheer me up. All she told me was that this really amazing band was going to be playing at a local club. That was the first night that I heard The Maine. I fell in love with their music the minute they started playing ‘If I Only Had the Heart’. After the show we left to grab something to eat and afterwards we passed the venue and my cousin stopped because she still saw the guys outside talking to a couple of people and she wanted to say hi. I wasn’t really into the idea, I was back to throwing myself a pity party. But I agreed because I saw that she really wanted to meet them. I remember it pretty well, we walked up to the guys and they were already talking to a group of people but when they saw us and they waved for us to join in. I was standing behind her playing around with my phone and I felt someone bump into me. I looked up and I saw this really tall skinny dude standing in front of me. He apologized and introduced himself as John and asked if I was at the show. I recognized him as the lead singer and said that his band was really good. Afterwards I could tell he felt awkward because I wasn’t really making any conversation with him so he smiled, turned to leave and told me to have a good night. He started to walk away but I called him back and said that I was sorry for acting so weird and that I wasn’t usually like that. He laughed and said it cool. I told him it was because my best friend passed away recently and in that moment I even surprised myself. I’m certainly not the type of person to go around telling people I just met personal things, I felt embarassed with the realization that I probably made things even more awkward for him. He just looked at me and then he put an arm around my shoulders and led me toward their van. I asked him what he was doing while he reached into the back for his guitar and he said that he was going to jam out to some acoustic songs and he would like it if I stayed. I looked at him confused at his randomness and asked why. He looked at me and said, “Because I can tell you’re hurting and this might sound really lame, but music has helped me through a lot of shit in my life, so maybe it can help you too.” He smiled and rounded up everyone in a circle. We sat in the parking lot and sang the most random songs, but that was the first night in a long time where the smile on my face wasn’t fake. And I have John O’Callaghan to thank for that. chardigann: theweekendkids: johnohhhdaily: i can’t remember where i found this, cause i just had it saved for some reason. but it’s so sweet. Oh my god I think I’m going to cry… omg
