do know you’re obsessed, right?” Rebekah said gravely.
“A bit,” she spoke quietly. Her tone impassive as she looked outside of the vehicle’s side window, a smile of pure pleasure curving her lips.
His voice was unmistakable. His intensity was a tangible thing, and he was, well, beautiful. There really was no other way to describe him.
They were on their way to see him right now in concert. They’d be there in another half hour.
“I wonder what his name is.”
Rebekah flashed her a sideways glance.
“It’s probably something like Maynard or Norton, more mysterious to not have one.”
“Yeah,” she said, closing her eyes as his music washed over her.
“How’s the moxie? You holding up?” Rebekah’s voice intruded like a bell, jarring her tightly strung nerves
“Yes,” Maggie spoke softly, moving her ring around a slender finger.
“Sure?” she said, flashing her a sidelong glance.
“Hope so.”
“Me too.”
The journey continued with a companionable silence. They arrived at the stadium with only minutes to spare.
An enormous security guard stood just inside the entrance, directing cars of all size, age and worth.
“Last chance to turn back?” Rebekah questioned.
“Okay,” she said tightly as she fished the tickets out of her purse with unsteady hands. She offered one to Rebekah, pocketing the other along with some cash and her id.
“I’m proud of you,” Rebekah said brightly, a smile transforming her face.
She was cute with her upturned nose and squinty smile.
“Our first concert.” She sighed. “Let’s go before you change your mind.”
She jumped out of car, lighting up a much-anticipated cigarette.
“It’s this way,” she said when Maggie stood beside her.
They joined a long line of people walking slowly toward the arena’s grand entrance. Security was checking each person as they reached the main gate searching them.
“Shit,” Maggie muttered, slowing.
“It’ll be painless, trust me.” Rebekah dimpled reaching out to clasp her wrist with a steely grip.
They were next.
Rebekah walked to the security guard, arms outstretched, allowing the invasion with a disinterested grunt.
He turned to Maggie, closed his eyes for a moment then motioned her through with a curt wave.
Maggie’s feet barely touched the ground, bodies surrounded her on all sides, squeezing her until it seemed her next breath might be her last.
“Oh my god.”
“You’ll not find him here.” A voice whispered close to her ear. She turned, seeing the shadow of a smile cross the face of a long-haired goth with colorless eyes.
“Back off there, buddy.” Rebekah cautioned brightly before dragging Maggie through another particularly dense inlet of bodies, slowing only when they were free from the heaviest foot traffic.
“Damn, Mage, this place is a gang bang waiting to happen.”
“What!” The whole experience of flesh on flesh touching her flesh was so alien to her, she looked about ready to revolt.
“Hello, ladies.” A young man slid up between them. His bare chest glistening with the late afternoon heat.
“I’ve got E,” he cooed, showing off a perfectly dazzling smile, between his teeth, a round brick colored tablet.
“Re-hilly,” Rebekah purred, pulling his mouth into her questing lips.
Maggie turned away; her eyes encountering an area where a copious amount of people were engaging in various sexual acts.
Maggie groaned, averting her eyes again. She was becoming increasingly more aware of how out of place she was.
Rebekah cracked him none too gently across the face. Smiled brightly before patting him on the butt.
“Off with you now.”
She turned her back on him walking toward Maggie as she opened the water bottle, throwing back her head as it reached her lips.
“Want one?” she offered.
“Better not,” Maggie mumbled a giggle close to erupting from her throat.
“Probably a good thing,” Rebekah said absently.
“I gotta find a place to squat.” Rebekah groaned looking up.
The sun was setting; the sky ablaze with color.
“Holy shit that’s purty.” She sighed.
“It’ll be another half hour before it’s completely dark. Your vampire won’t show himself before then.”
The stage was covered with a large screen, old horror movie clips rolled, giving them something to look at.
They were in the grassy area, the stoner section, if her nose was on the right track. Too far away to see him but just knowing that they shared the same space at this time would be good enough, almost.
“I wish we could see him,” Maggie said, watching the screen intently. “They are going to project him on that, right?”
“Most likely.” She danced. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Rebekah groaned, jetting off in the next instant.
Maggie froze, suddenly alone. She sat down cross legged in the grass, finding a benign interest in the flowering weeds that grew there in abundance. Their long stems were ideal for tying.
She had a long chain of the perfect little flowers by time the sun set over the curtained stage.
“Awe man, I didn’t think I was going to make it.” Rebekah knelt beside her.
“Sweet and just in time.”
Maggie smiled, lifting the flowering hair band with a shy smile. She stood up placing it on Rebekah’s head as carefully as if were the queen’s crown.
A hush swept over the crowd as the music began to pound out a familiar rhythm. A delicious pain tightened inside of Maggie’s chest as she watched the screen melt away just as the sun disappeared completely behind the horizon.
The band members were visible only as shadows among
