You and Me and a Bad Rock Melody
closed starter for @conqueror-of-lemoncakes
The festival neared its end smoothly. For three days, the many visitors had been feasting and dancing, singing and drinking, with relatively few incidents to disturb the festive mood. Of course, there were the medical problems - dehydration, drunkenness, some blisters and small wounds from people who were not used to camping - but overall, the music reigned over a peaceful feast.
Casting a glance at the setting sun, the young man squeezed his bottle of water to the drop. One last exuberant night, followed by fireworks to mark the end of the festival, and then a return to the normal world. He was happy the crew had given him this time off. The fading heat provided an ideal sphere to check out the last bands and maybe draw some inspiration from them. Who knew? Maybe next time he would not be playing merely as an opener, but as the main act!
He was just about to leave the backstage when he saw a red-haired maiden surrounded by some tipsy men in a forgotten corner of the stage. All explanation that they may be friends were immediately rejected when he saw her face. She did not seem happy with the company at all. He was on the verge of calling security, when an idea came to him. A good idea. The young man smirked. These men would not know where they had it. Swiftly, he worked himself through the group.
--- “There you are, love! I lost you in the crowd! Are these men bothering you?”
