location: spring concert closed for: @asherfms
watching asher perform is a marvel that peach considers herself lucky to be able to witness. he's such a fucking natural, his passion and talent palpable, and it's no surprise that he fucking kills the set, peach watching from backstage with a shit eating grin, even as her heart aches. she watches the crowd eat it up, the energy crackling in the air even after asher and his band make their way off the stage, move to a different area so that people can congratulate him. she's quick to hug him and congratulate him herself, but she doesn't linger, instead moving off to the side as countless others come to him and congratulate him, and she's expecting that it'll continue this way, chatting with their mutual friends that come to say hi, but eventually, it dwindles down and there's only a few people left, peach watching asher from across the room, unsure if she should leave as well. before she can make the decision, suddenly the last of the stragglers are gone, and it's just the two of them alone, and the tension that fills the air is almost stifling. "hey," she greets as her eyes meet his, leaning against the wall behind her as she wrings her hands, biting down on her bottom lip nervously.