The crowd shoved her face into his and it was in this way they met. The first song collected the crowd in which she stood and pressed it against the security railing on the opposite side of which he stood. The surge brought her off her feet briefly, sending her forward, and this was the moment their sweaty foreheads collided.
In the space between learning she existed, the beautiful face suddenly and uncontrollably being hurled toward him, and their moment of impact, he imagined an entire future with her. This was the only way he could meet the woman perfect for him. This band. This night. This way.
The woman behind the beautiful face saw only the groping maelstrom before the wet collision of their skulls turned everything into stars. Claustrophobic elbows pressed into her sides, trapping her where she hadn’t wanted to go. Her brother’s band was always shit.
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