He'll Be Conan Around the Mountain

Chapter 1

"Hey, wait up!" I call out through the crowd. Trying my best to avoid getting shoved, I expertly weave my bodice through the horde of excited concertgoers and optimistic onlookers, all of whom stand crowded around the towering stadium doors in the hopes that they might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of tonight's big headliner. "Hey!" I reach my hand into the ever growing throng before watching it reemerge seconds later with five caucasian fingers wound tightly about my wrist. "Are we really in that big of a rush?" I groan, but my best friend just rolls her eyes.
"Come onn, y/n!" she frowns, "How often do you get to see THE Conan Gray perform live in San Francisco?" She crouches to my level and takes my hand in hers. "Look, I know you're not really into this kind of stuff but you need to loosen up! It's been a year since your parents died, you need to stop being such a downer!" She mimes wiping tears from her face and I laugh, my voice engulfs the hall like church bells in a cathedral.
"You're right, Best Friend," I say beaming, "I need to get over myself."
"That's the spirit!" she releases her teeth from their Stanford Prison and produces a toothy grin. "Now come on, let's get in there and show em what we're made of!"
My closest friend, Marie Temara, takes the lead and guides me into the crowd. I follow the silhouette of my vertically gifted friend, the outline of her head bobs like a buoy lost at sea. "It's a good thing you're so tall, Best Friend, Conan Gray is definitely going to notice you now!" I grin, lightly punching my friend in the area just below her ribs.
"Ouch! Come on, y/n, you know I'm on my period!" She laughs, flinching only slightly. "And don't be ridiculous, you know he only goes for short girls, y/n; he said so in Cheetah-Beat!" My best friend in the whole world pulls out a magazine from her bag, it's well used but you can't tell from looking at it.
"Woah..." I marvel, puzzling over the vibrantly colored collages of boy bands and weight loss tips. "It's so," I begin...
"Intense?" I jump. Something akin to the breath of God floats down the back of my neck and tickles my every vertebrae. The soft gust dances around the hairs on my neck like a child playing in the winding reeds of a riverbank. For a moment, I am taken back to a simpler time. A time when my parents were alive.
I whip around, my gaze falls on a pair of unfamiliar bark brown eyes. "WAH!" I jump back and hit my head on the bar's granite counter top, "AAA!" A pan dangling above me falls on my head and I vomit on impact. "BLEH!" If only peanut butter tasted as good coming up as it does going down!