Butterfly Daydreams

Let The Sirens Sing

You could see the multiple groups and pairs of people in front of you in line raise their voices in excitement.

It was 4:00. The gates were opening.

You looked over to your best friend *** and watched her eyes brighten the same way yours did in realization.

You both took your tickets out of your back pockets and looked at them. "Oh my god." you said quietly, trying not to scream.

They had been your favorite band for three years now and you were finally seeing them for the first time due to your over protective parents.

You had been waiting in line for four hours for the moment the gates would open and people would begin taking tickets.

This was the moment.

In two minutes the line had moved a lot and you gave your ticket to the person at the table with tattoos and a shirt labeled "SECURITY".

You were one of the first people to get to the venue so you and your friend got a spot right at the baracades.

After an hour of socializing with the fans surrounding you, the moment you had been waiting for had arrived.

The moment your friend always talks about.

A long, low, bass line rumbled through the venue, vibrating in your chest. The lights died down and the whole crowd erupted in screams.

You were compressed against the railing of the baracades, almost squeezing the oxygen out of your lungs as every single person in back of you rushed forwards, trying to get closer.

The person directly in back of you was being pushed against you, you look behind to see who.

"Sorry!!!" He yelled above the uproar of all of the fans.

You smiled at him, you could barely see him but you could see his dark brown eyes shining from the dim stage lights.

The show started, and it felt like home. It felt like you belonged here and everyone forgot their differences and insecurities and just enjoyed being close to their inspirations.

The boy in back of you was wearing the same band tshirt that you were. Between songs you had small conversations with him. His name was ***. He was really nice and he lived a town away from you.

The first line of notes played and you gasped and looked at him. "This is my favorite song!!!" You yelled to him over the crowd screaming the lyrics to the song.

"Really? Mine too!" He yelled back.

The singer was only five feet away from you, and he had abandoned his guitar to sing on the edge of the stage, near the crowd.

"Get on my shoulders, maybe he'll sing to you!" He yelled with a smile.

"What!? Don't be insane, no he won't!!!" You yelled to him.

He motioned for me to get on his shoulders. "You'll never know if you don't try!"

I got on his shoulders and he lifted me up as I regained balance.

You were now face to face with the singer.

You sang and reached your arms out to him like everyone else was.

He reached over and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"-Insert favorite lyrics here-"

The singer sang with you.

He let go of your hand and walked to a different section of the stage.

*** let you down from his shoulders when the song ended.

You let out a scream when he stood back up. "*** I LOVE YOU!!!" You said and gave him a huge hug.

He laughed.

"Thank you, -Insert town here- for having us, see you next time!!!" The singer said through the microphone and the band exited the stage.

After the show *** walked you to the car, and you exchanged phone numbers with him.

Your friend got in the car and started it.

"I'll miss you, ***." He said.

"I'll miss you t-" His lips cut you off.

You kissed him back then smiled against his lips, so did he.