COACHELLA. how did he get here?? elliot had never EVER thought that his music career would get to this point. not even a year and a half ago was elliot homeless and playing on the streets for money. he took a risk and went to an open mic and was DISCOVERED by his now record label. how very lifetime movie, right?? there were a couple hundred people in front of him now as he sang, and it was BLOWING his mind. it still didn’t feel real, maybe he should pinch himself.
as he started the third song of his set he looked out into the crowd for a moment, taking in the sheer ENERGY that they were giving off. as he was singing he felt his chest tighten, and he stared at a girl standing close to the front of the stage. she looked so FAMILIAR, like his heart recognized her. and then it clicked…HOLLY. that was HOLLY. elliot hadn’t heard from the girl in years, but he sure did remember her. how could he forget someone like that. his mind was racing…it was like she had hardly changed. she was gorgeous, olive skin covered with freckles and she was DANCING to his music. the last time she had seen him he was homeless.
elliot had no idea he was getting that DISTRACTED until his bass guittarist walked up closer to him and mumbled something along the lines of “the crowd can’t sing the whole song you know.” elliot’s vocals picked back up and he continued to sing, waiting for the set to be done. MAYBE he would find her afterwards.
holly was having the time of her life ! she, cassie, anya and rahi had finally found the time and money to get to coachella and, well fuck her if it wasn’t heaven on earth for herself. it was made even better by anya and herself treating themselves to a varied stash of flavoured papers. currently the most recent taste of COOKIE DOUGH melded seamlessly with the weed as she swayed and sang along to the music. as it stood, she was vaguely aware of her knowing elliot but that had been when she was sixteen, freshly imported from england and figuring out the ropes and he... well he’d been a far cry from his current predicament. pride swelled in her chest, overjoyed for elliot’s success, he deserved it more than anyone, she thought!
the most stereotypical thing one will hear after a concert: ‘ HE LOOKED AT ME I SWEAR TO GOD !!’ . but holly couldn’t help but truly think he was staring at her... hell he’d faltered in his singing, causing the crowd to happily pick up where he left off and that included herself, but... nah. she was imagining things, he’d not remember her probably; not because he was a pompous dick (quite the opposite, elliot had been only sweet and genuine whenever she’d encountered him) but because they had not necessarily been close before they drifted apart entirely and on top of that it had been years. if he recalled the manchurian native he deserved a MEDAL. holly resigned herself to simply shrugging it off, but spent the rest of the set beaming just a bit extra for him just in case.
oh but then came the hours following, the early morning show, upon the set’s end. she and her friends made a beeline back to the tents and took their place among their fellow festival goers, passing spliffs and bowls as well as pills and whatever else got them off. it was all comically reminiscent of a modern recreation of WOODSTOCK. and it was the reason why come three thirty in the afternoon, holly and her friends (both those she came with and others she had picked up within the past few hours) where holding on to one another, babbling and giggling and getting distracted by the shaped of the clouds. which was what holly happened to be when she stumbled on some uneven ground and came CRASHING into some poor fucker.
