After his performance ended in a round of applause, Dream left the stage with a radiating smile piercing dimples into his cheeks.
George was swept backward in the crowd as more people squeezed forward with the excitement of the oncoming Lovejoy appearance. He stood around lost, searching the crowd until screams even more fierce than previous sounded, echoing around the room.
Lovejoy jogged onto the stage confidently, bathing in the support of their audience. I knew little of them, so paid minimal attention. They spoke a few, quick words before bursting into a sudden song of theirs.
George nodded along vaguely to the beat, but was continuously glancing around, distracted.
This soon ended after a song or two when a hand emerged from the dense crowd and snaked around his waist, snapping him out of his distracted state. He spun around, his eyes pulled large in fear.
They quickly softened when he saw it was only Dream, with hair and eyes wild and scruffy. He spun George around to face him and clutched his waist tightly, intoxicated from adrenaline.
He said something, only all I caught were moving lips. His words were drowned and faded into the vocals and instruments pouring from the stage.
George pointed toward his ear and shook his head, conveying he, too, hadn't heard a word. Dream grabbed George's wrist and led him backward through the crowd. People moved to let them pass before keenly jumping back into the position they'd evacuated.
They reached virtually the end of the crowd, where people were less densely packed and the music was perhaps a whisper quieter.
In another attempt to speak, Dream almost pressed his lips to George's ear for any sound to pass.
"Dance with me," he yelled dangerously.
George pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed as though sure he'd misheard. The song playing didn't have a particularly upbeat or ballad sound, certainly not one to dance to. Yet as I scanned the crowd, a few people were happily pulling at the arms of their friends and waving arms through the air, a dance of sorts.
George shook his head with an amused smile. He began turning back to the stage, but was quickly stopped by Dream's hand clutching onto his arm and drawing him closer.
Dream clutched onto both George's hands and playfully tugged them back and forth. His childlike actions grudgingly broke a smile onto George's face. George slowly loosened his limbs and turned them to clay, allowing them to move in any direction Dream moulded them.
A few people by their sides turned to look. Mainly strangers peered to shuffle away so as to not be hit by their jolting arm movements.
Dream twirled George around whilst attempting to sing along to songs which I knew he couldn't recall more than a couple lyrics to. He'd done some research before accepting the gig, yet Lovejoy was still a relatively foreign band to him.
George grudgingly spun around, feigning irritation. He kept his annoyed expression as Dream moved their bodies to the beat until it seemed like the music was playing for them alone. Only after a few minutes of this act did George's mask slip and reveal his true smile. He gave in and began tugging Dream's arms back and forth, pleasing the other.
They battled until they were both in control and simultaneously completely in the others' control. They twirled, laughed and danced, all the while not daring to tear their gazes off one another. The band and sweaty strangers seemingly turned into a distant memory and it was as if the room was suddenly empty save for my friends.
George's closeness seemed to increase the intensity of Dream's adrenaline, instead of lessening it. Using the bravery gifted by the hormone, Dream pulled George closer. He tugged George's arm again, only using more force so that George had to rip a palm away and land it with a thud on Dream's chest.
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