Theo patted me on the shoulder.
“She wants you, I guarantee it.”
I gave him a hug and he disappeared into the crowd without a trace.
I guess I’d better not fuck this up.
We were at the very front once again, pressed up against the metal railings. I asked her if she wanted to stand a bit further back, you know, to actually see the show in all it’s glory. She put on a thinking face. With some people, you knew they were thinking. She shook her head smiling and said she wanted to be at the front. For the music? I asked. She nodded and placed her hand on her chest. She needed to feel it move her.
I wasn’t about to disagree so we found a good spot standing on the plastic cover that protected the wires running from the state to the sound booth halfway through the crowd. It was only a few centimeters of height but it gave us a sort of platform. From here I could see that we were completely surrounded by thin, skimpy, teenagers. This is what happens when you stand at the very front of a bloody Kygo set, I should’ve guessed.