okay so with reeding and leeds festival this weekend .. i’m having silly little meetcute festival thoughts !!
the party dragging steve and robin to some massive music festival in the city.
steve has no idea who’s playing, robin has a clue but she’s still a bit lost. they let the party lead them around, running to each stall until it becomes time for them to start heading to the stage.
dustin explained that the main act is on later today but there’s a few other artists they’re interested in before that.
the pit fills up quickly, slowly pushing steve closer and closer to the front. it’s starting to get hard to breathe, as the crowd pushes forward and tighter together.
he looks up and makes eye contact with robin, she’s got this right? he can’t stay in here for much longer. she flashes him a smile and a thumbs up, reading his mind almost. he smiles.
he quickly turns and starts walking towards a small gap towards his left, shoving through the crowd and muttering sorry after sorry.
until he reaches a gate, guarded by a volunteer. he reaches for it but gets immediately stopped.
“VIP area only. you’re not a VIP.”
steve just stands there, shocked. he’s on the verge of hyperventilating and this is their concern.
“dude, i just need to get out of the pit. i can barely fucking breathe. i’ll leave the area as soon as i can, just let me get out.”
but the volunteer firmly shakes his head.
“are you fucking kidding me? please?”
and just as steve is about to continue his begging, he’s cut off by another voice.
“baby!! there you are, i knew you forgot your lanyard in the tent. just come through, ignore him.”
steve looks up to see a man standing there. long, wild hair. unruly bangs. way too much jewellery for one person but the grin on his face was wide as his eyes shined.
the volunteer stared between them for a second before steve made his next move.
“thank you babe. he didn’t believe me. can you talk to someone about that?”
the man laughed, a raspy chuckle that sent chills up and down steve’s arms as he unlocked the gate.
“yeah sweets, i’ll talk to someone about that.”
steve smiled, approaching him and letting the man swing an arm around his shoulders and lead him away.
“thank you for that,” he says under his breath, “that pit is terrifying.”
the man just laughs, “trust me. i know. you good though? feeling better?”
steve nods before starting to pull away from him but he’s held tightly.
“nuh uh uh, you owe me pretty boy. stay and watch the show from backstage. my manager will keep you safe.”
pretty boy. steve feels like he’s going to lose his breath again as he just nods.
“perfect,” the man grins as they stop just beside the large stage, “munson. eddie.”
steve just tilts his head in response.
“eddie munson. that’s my name,” eddie smiles before picking up a guitar and slinging it across his body, “yours is?”
“uh. steve! steve harrington.”
“well, steve harrington, enjoy the show.”
