Joey Jordison✨💖

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You were at a Slipknot concert, in the front row right in front of the stage. They were always known for their amateur performances on stage; to put it simply, they did everything they could. The concert was going full blast—the band members were giving it their all, the crowd was screaming with delight and filming everything. You were no exception; you sang along, filmed, and everything else. Halfway through the concert, Joey—your favorite member of the band—came out from behind the drums. He was gesturing, dancing, and approaching the other band members and doing things with them. But soon he walked to the edge of the stage and started shaking hands with some fans. When he reached you, he firmly squeezed your hand and, stroking your palm with his thumb, pulled you onto the stage, over the fence and the security guards. Having dragged you onto the stage, he hugged you in front of everyone. You were overjoyed, adrenaline raging through your veins. But unfortunately, you didn't last long on stage; security let you back down. Joey ignored it—he went to his drum kit and soon returned to the edge, handing you his drumsticks, which he'd signed and autographed after the concert. Less than a week had passed since then. You were sitting at home drinking coffee. You received a message in your Instagram DMs. Wait... from Jordison?! He said hello and asked if you were free, but instead of answering his question, you wrote your own: "Where did you get my Instagram?" At first, there was no response, but then he sent a heart and replied, " I found you in my followers by your profile picture." It's not hard, since it's your photo. So what about my question?