Instantly Smitten! -Lingorm

Chapter 2

The music played on, the band fully immersed in their performance. Orm's eyes remained fixed on Lingling, who was shredding on her guitar with a masterful, effortless skill. Even as the other band members played their parts to perfection, Orm couldn't tear her gaze away from the captivating guitarist. She felt as though she were entranced by an otherworldly force, her heart racing every time Lingling looked in her direction. 

As the concert went on, Orm and Prigkhing couldn't help but get swept up in the music and energy. They screamed and sang along loudly to the songs, their voices blending with the chorus of fans around them. 

Prigkhing laughed, noticing Orm's infectious eagerness. "You're definitely a fan now," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "You're screaming louder than I do!" 
Orm grinned, the adrenaline from the concert rushing through her veins. She took a deep breath and sang even louder, her voice echoing in the venue.

As Lingling's gaze roamed over the fans, their eyes met for a brief moment. Time seemed to slow down for Orm as she held Lingling's gaze for what felt like an eternity. A shiver ran through her, and she couldn't help but wonder if the guitarist had noticed her staring.
Orm's heart skipped a beat, unsure if it was just a coincidence or if Lingling had deliberately sought her out. "Did she just...look at me?" Orm whispered to Prigkhing, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

Prigkhing feigned mock offense, a hand pressed to her chest exaggeratedly. 
"Now, hold on a minute," she protested, grinning. "You got her to smile at you? That's not fair! I've been a fan of this band for ages, and you walk in here and get their attention like it's nothing!" 
Prigkhing's expression was one of dramatic disappointment, although her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Orm couldn't help but laugh at her friend's overly dramatic reaction. She elbowed Prigkhing playfully. 
"Don't be so melodramatic. You still get to fawn over Ying," she teased. "Plus, it wasn't just me...Lingling probably smiled at the whole crowd." 

As the concert continued, the lingering anticipation filled Orm’s every thought. Had she imagined the fleeting moment their eyes locked, or had Lingling really seen her among the sea of faces in the crowd? Orm wrestled with these thoughts, her mind playing tricks on her. 
Finally, the concert came to an end, and the band bid farewell. The crowd began to disperse, and Orm found herself lingering, still lost in her fantasies about the guitar goddess.

Orm, trying to contain her excitement, tried to sound cool but couldn't hide the eagerness in her voice. 
"So, Prigkhing," Orm said, her tone casual. "You mentioned that there's a meet and greet for VIP ticket holders after the concert, right?" Orm's mind raced with the possibility of finally speaking to Lingling face to face. She couldn't help her growing anticipation, but she didn't want to seem too eager in front of Prigkhing.

Prigkhing grinned, noticing Orm's poorly concealed anticipation. "You're in luck," she said, a teasing glint in her eye. "The meet and greet should be happening backstage in about 30 minutes." 
Orm's heart skipped a beat at the thought of potentially meeting the guitarist. She tried to play it cool, her expression a mix of excitement and nonchalance. 
"Oh, is that so?" Orm replied, trying to sound composed. "That's good, I guess."

As Prigkhing observed Orm's appearance, she couldn't resist teasing her friend. "You know, all that screaming probably messed up your makeup," Prigkhing remarked playfully.

Orm, caught off guard by Prigkhing's remark, immediately started rummaging through her bag in a mild panic. 
"What? My makeup is ruined?" Orm stammered, her voice laced with anxiety. "Why did you let me look like this? I can't meet Lingling like this!" Her fingers frantically tried to salvage her appearance, desperately trying to fix smudged eyeliner.

"Great, just what I needed," Orm replied, playing along. "Do I look like a raccoon now?"

Prigkhing chuckled, her eyes filled with mischief. "Nah, you look more like a capybara now than a raccoon," she teased, a smirk playing at her lips. 
Orm's mouth dropped open in feigned shock, her voice laced with mock anger. "A capybara? Really?" She shook her head, trying to hold back a laugh. "You're the worst, Prigkhing."