Mad Seasons [Abandoned Story]

5.The night is ours [Mature Content]

I had slept until noon and  had woke up excited as hell. My mom had left me a note saying that she hoped I had a good night. My parents were working and had left early. My mom had her own flower store and my dad was a paleontologist. It was a very unusual job and he was very passionate about it. Thanks to my uncle, we were used to being invited a few times to meet famous artists including Ozzy Osbourne with whom he had worked and Metallica.

So to tell them that I had an appointment at the hotel where Pearl Jam was staying and that I had met Eddie Vedder before, was like normal. Well, almost.

I had ate my breakfast, which was continental, and nibbled  an hour before taking a cab to the Shoreline Amphitheater to get there faster. Once there, I  had gone to tent number  two where I had presented my concert ticket and my access badge. I had opted for a rock and grunge outfit. A 100% cotton short-sleeved printed t-shirt, color: faded charcoal gray & white print, flared at the bottom. A black jean with worn effect, my black studded leather boots, a black and red checkered shirt and my brown leather jacket with my bag on the shoulder. Since I was going to be backstage, I wasn't afraid that someone might steal it.

I  didn't to wait in line, going straight backstage where some of the team members acted as if I had been part of it for a long time, making me feel comfortable again thanks to a good understanding we had during the last evening. I had even participated in their work which had added to my professional experience. 

 I was offered dinner around 8:00 pm but I was too nervous, my stomach was in knots. The band had arrived thirty minutes later, recently chewing a strong mint gum as for me. I had brought a pack to keep my breath fresh and had saved my appetite for after the show.

They had waved at us with their hands or a handshake for some, especially the guys. Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament had taught me how to do it right before Eddie discreetly grabbed me by the waist, quickly releasing it. But the look in his eyes had been more eloquent.

At 9:18 p.m., the stage lights came on, the crowd stood and shouted in joy in unison. I was sitting in the front row near the stage, transfixed by their performance and the crowd was thrilled. The show had lasted two hours and we were all amazed. All this energy, generosity shared ... Mind-blowing. The applause was never ending. The ten album had been played in its entirety plus some covers. I had sung with some of the team. It had been Even more memorable than yesterday, of course.

It's always sad when it ends even though my evening was just beginning. The band's minds were elsewhere, still consumed by their performance, which I understood. It had took a couple of hours for everyone to get back to normal. In the meantime, they had went back to the hotel to shower, change and drive back here. With everyone's tummies starting to rumble, we had took great pleasure in eating grilled meats, whole foods and sweets again.

Eddie had drank a large glass of beer only to keep his head clear as he had said while looking at me afterwards always with discretion. This evening had been even more extraordinary and magical.

They had two days off and the evening had lasted until quarter past four in the morning. Eddie and I, had left a little before three o'clock in the morning with an irrepressible desire to finally spend some time together. We were escorted back to the hotel by one of the drivers in a car, five of which were parked.

Less than forty minutes later, we were in Eddie's room, which he had closed behind him and which looked like a very well furnished and arranged studio. He quickly put his hands around my waist,  kissed me passionately before pressing  me against the wall in the hallway.

He hastily took off my jacket and did the same with his. Once on the floor, he turned on the light in the main room and more gently removed my plaid shirt. Eddie was wearing only a black, long-sleeved, close-fitting sweatshirt that slightly molded some of his chest muscles. My lust increased tenfold.