𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

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Maeve's hindmost festival shoot for Albino Sports ended with Joost's set. She hated to overthink the intensity of leaving the team, further aggravating the entire country and mainland. With teary eyes, she tried her hardest to keep it together whilst following the dynamic artist across the stage.

Hundreds, if not thousands of people had shown up to watch the blonde perform his time-consuming artwork. Evie knew she would be tongue-tied if any words had to leave her mouth, and she was not even the one in the spotlight. It reminded the girl why Joost lived the micro-celebrity ways and she hid in his shadow, thankfully.

The crowd moved along with the heavy beats of his music, the melodic rhythms captivating the pristine listeners. Joost was clearly enjoying the chaotic party he had created.

Maeve in the photographer's pit observed the joyous moment of the person, she believed would become a huge artist in Europe, perhaps the world. She was mesmerised by him every time Joost stood on the platform in front of her.

His final song faded in; Florida 2009.

Since the very first time she heard the tune, Evie's heart cracked more with each performance of it. The empathetic expression on Maeve's face had yet to be missed, tears flowing quickly.

A singular picture was shot by her during the entirety of the song. Her mental state would soon crumble and her hands would shake to end in a blurry film.

With the Friesland flag hanging loosely over Joost's hunched back and broad shoulders, covering his sweaty profile, he spoke the verses of his self-written poem. The blonde's voice broke in between the syllables.

As fervent as he appeared to be for Maeve, he had his deficiencies. Though his trauma was operated to make him stronger.

Teardrops rolled down Joost's flushed cheeks, Maeve could decipher in his fallen tone. Her limbs begged to move towards the stage entry and throw themselves over the man's body for alleviation. Still Evie refrained from being what, untold to her, Joost wished for as well.

Instead, when the artist thanked the audience and carried his body weight off the elevated floor, his photographer was right in his reach to tumble into her open embrace. Their steady bubble of protection when being together almost caused the two to forget their placement.

Maeve trailed behind Joost towards a corner that had established itself to be a smoking zone for the backstage scene. Her fingers fit perfectly between his tattooed digits. Their sweltering palms electrified the invisible string between their loving souls.

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