It was weirdly calming swimming in a sea of people, making your way through the ever expanding crowd and hoping you would catch a glance of someone familiar. Only hearing snippets of basic but interesting conversations from every person you pass.
"The first band was so incredible" someone who had a similar stature to Janis Joplin would say.
"that is too fucking expensive man" a different person would continue
"I love your boots"
"Did you hear when she-"
"nothing was better than-"
"he actually tried to-"
And yet you felt so lonely still. It was absolutely pathetic, you thought. You're a social butterfly, at the best of times. Why was it so difficult for you to just talk to someone, stop thinking about... him... and start living your life without these false limitations you've set for yourself. Men. who fucking needs them? you think with tears still drying on your face.
You find a seat, a nice patch of grass behind the crowd. You were at least a 10 minute walk from the stage but you didn't mind, as much as you hated yourself for being antisocial in this moment, you've never realised before how relaxing it can be to be solely in your own company. Just you and your thoughts. your terribly sad and intrusive thoughts.
Oh Brian...
No. Not yet, not now.
"Hey." A friendly, mildly familiar voice breaches the safety of your thoughts and you look up, relived to know you didn't know the face too well. it was the man who asked if Brian was bothering you on the beach. i had a feeling he'd try and talk to me again. Men never really do anything without expecting something in return.
"Hi." You respond, keeping it calm and not wanting to deliberately initiate more conversation than you had to.
"I um.. didn't really get a chance to ask if you were okay, before?" Your hand clutches your stomach again, and when you close your eyes briefly, you can see his eyes, smell his smell...
"Yeah yeah, thank you," blunt, to the point, effective. He seams unsure if he should keep trying, and you feel bad for him. C'mon, he did save you from that situation with...
Brian yes... right there...
"it was my uh, boyfriend... we had a fight." You trace his legs, chest then finally his face with your eyes, meeting his gaze once again, inviting him to sit down next to you.
"He shouldn't be yelling at you like that." He says as he sits down on the grass next to you, shirt off, exposing his glimmering chest. It that body glitter?
"I know, I can protect myself." You object, as if you didn't know what was good for yourself, please. A silence bores guilt into you again, and once more you spur on the conversation to keep this very beautiful man satisfied. "but thank you. I needed time to think, and he wasn't gonna let me leave without him."
"a-lot of my girl friends use me for intimidation." He smirks, looking at the ground. You look at him and it suddenly sinks in. shirt off, polite conversation, how close he was sitting to you, how close his hand was getting to yours, the whole saviour thing. Oh god I can't believe this is happening. "so, do you guys fight a lot?"
"I'm really sorry, if I led you on, I'm... I'm still deciding about my relationship status but I'm not interested in anything you might be offering." He giggles a tiny bit, and you're embarrassed but more confused, letting the sound break some of the very prominent tension.
"Thats fine, thanks for being honest with me." Wait what?
"Thats it?"
"whats it?" And when his intrigued expression graces you, you're almost captivated by his plump lips and prominent cheekbones..
Brians cheekbones... Brians face...
"Oh nothing... im just, really not used to my let downs being handled that easily."
"Well what do guys normally do?" His sultry and captivating voice questions. You smile, then take another look at the crowd immediately in-front of you, just to make sure you couldn't see Bee or the boys anywhere.
"Throw a tantrum, wreak havoc, one a man tried to drag me out of a bar against my will."
"Jesus that's horrible." Its curious how validating those three words make you feel, how unaccustomed to sympathy you are, but you like it, so you smile, and continue to watch the crowd.
"WHO'S READY FOR THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS WINNER?!" A man screams from the stage, erupting a sound wave of applause and making you stand up to cheer.
"Who do you thinks gonna win?" He asks, only now realising he doesn't know your name and you don't know his.
"Queen, obviously." You say, trying to at like you had even tried to remember any of the other bands names. He helps himself up.
"Really? I really liked Crab Infestation myself." You gag and giggle just at the name.
"Weren't they the super sexually explicit one?"
"Absolutely."
"Coming in at number 3, we've got Blades of Grass."
"I don't remember that one, do you?" He asks, bending over to talk into your ear, unable to hear each other over the crowd screaming.
"Not a clue, unless they where the ones with that song about how sick cheese is." he laughs, and you are satisfied at that.
"Number 2, Crab infestation!"
"Well there you go mr fortune teller"
"Sex sells."
"and finally, winning number 1, and the $200, to no ones surprise is, her majesty, QUEEN!"
Holy fuck they really won...
"Oh wow! Good call! No I think I do remember them now, they were really funky." The guy starts going on, you wanna be able to pay attention, to be polite, but you can only just see deacy, Fred and rog go on stage to collect the money. No one else. Not that you were expecting it but...
"I know them. They're my friends, who I'm here with."
"Who, the band?" You look out to see if Bee is close one more time, then realise she's absolutely backstage waiting for John.
"Yeah. Queen."
"Oh wait... omg, your boyfriend, he's the guitarist isn't he? Omg he fucking rocked that riff was so... oh wow, that song was about you wasn't it?"
Damn this man was good at listening. He didn't miss a damn beat. The words appeared in your head, ready to answer his question , ready to reluctantly confirm and prey no more would be said on the subject. But your mind starting slipping, remembering the first time you heard that song...
Its so beautiful up here Bri...
"Yeah.. hey, do you wanna come meet my friends?"
