Chai Tea

The one where they dance

*The music video is the music they listen to in the Ska tent. I recommend listening to it whilst reading.

The festival was over. The drizzle that followed its hollow end matched Shai's mood as she trudged through layers of mud and plastic cups to the bus that would take her to London. Her gaggle of friends stumbled after her, laden down with camping supplies and their rubbish bag- filled to the brim with vodka bottles.

Shai and Ed had gotten very drunk the night before. By then, all of her dumbstruck friends were cool with hanging out with a celebrity and the raucous group wreaked havoc on the Ska tent. Shai finally got to show Ed her impression of dancing, or as she calls it, flying.

His eyebrows had reached his hairline when she began to sway to the beat of the music, surrounded by jumping teenagers with their hands in the air, but soon they were swaying together. Ed had whispered in her ear, 'Am I really happy, or is it just the weed fumes fucking up my brain?'

Shai had laughed out loud, but continued swaying to the now reggae beat, happily holding Ed's wondering hands against her stomach.

After the Ska tent they had taken the helter skelter together and Ed had ended up puking over the edge of the slide, onto the unwitting head of a man in a pear costume. No joke, the man was waddling around like a pear, with his two cherry tomato children, and a tipsy aubergine that may or may not have been his wife.

After that Shai had gone to the loo in a bush and when she returned Ed was nowhere to be seen. She searched high and low but eventually gave up and stumbled into her tent.

She hadn't seen Ed since and both had neglected to give each other a phone number.

As she arrived in London a horrible feeling struck her; Ed didn't know her last name.