Langour ・❥・Joost Klein・❥・

31.

Joost spent the rest of the performance looking for any sign of Fenne. When he got a break from singing and Teun repeated a beat, he went from one corner of the stage to the other. He tried to appear like he was just wandering around and dancing, but he was sure there would be videos of him looking concerned and lost on fans' phones.

'Thank you so much and get ready for Ski fucking Aggu!' Joost screamed into his microphone as the German ran on stage. He took the time to embrace the man whose music started playing from the speakers.

'Thanks, bro!' Aggu said into his ear and as he pulled away, he said,

'You should go find your girl. She's in a bad way.'

Joost's grin dropped and he looked at Aggu in worry. Before turning to the crowd, Aggu motioned a hand to the side of the stage. He didn't smile or laugh, but greeted the crowd as Joost tried to make it look like he wasn't dying to sprint away.

Stuntje ran off stage unaware of Joost's urgency. Teun followed close behind, clapping his friend on the shoulders for the successful set. The crowd continued to scream, sending them off on a high. Hearing Aggu's German rapping made the two want to stay, but they caught sight of Joost up ahead and thought better of it.

The first thing Joost saw was the rest of the team huddled together. Apson and Nathan's backs blocked the centre of their attention but Hanna's side profile added to Joost's unease. With her arms crossed over her chest, the brunette talked with her head angled downwards.

'Hey!' Joost called while walking, making Apson, Nathan and Hanna crane their necks to the performer. 'What's going on?'

There wasn't the chance to answer before Nathan shuffled aside. Joost stopped in the space his friend made and was met with a plastic chair occupied by his girlfriend.

She looked okay. There were no scratches, bruises or signs of dishevelment. Besides some creases in her shirt, Fenne's physical appearance made Joost's shoulders sag in relief. From Aggu's warning, he had thought the worst had happened.

'I'm fine, guys. Really,' she insisted. With a water bottle in hand, Fenne leaned back in the chair while trying to avoid Joost's stare.

'What happened? Can someone fucking answer me?'

'Someone in the crowd grabbed Fenne when she was up on the barricade-'

'They didn't grab me-'

'Someone grabbed you?! Why were you up on the barricade?!'

Fenne ran a hand down her face. She knew whoever answered Joost's despereate question would over-exaggerate and Nathan did exactly that. With her ankles crossed over and her frown still deep, Fenne dared to look to her boyfriend. He stared at her with his lips parted and his brow raised. His blue eyes pierced through his glasses with an intensity that demanded an explanation.

'I was filming and wanted to get the full crowd,' Fenne started with a sigh. 'Hanna was holding me up and this guy just... got excited.'

'Where's your camera?'

Joost had the device in hand before Fenne could stop him. Teun had been the one to spot Fenne's bag sitting on a case nearby and was already unzipping it at the mention of filming. Fenne was forced to sit with her palm over her eyes as Joost wordlessly skipped through the footage.

Disco Belgica played from the small speaker and Stuntje leaned over Joost's shoulder to watch. The screen showed Fenne's point of view while they had been on stage. The shaky camera work steadied as the crowd were shown from a high angle. People's hands were in the air and leapt up to have a moment in the shot.