𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

✰ 22 ✰

Maeve lounged in the green room of AFAS Live, scrolling through her shots of his previous performance. Nadia and Alanis occupied themselves on their phones as their boyfriends checked the sound in the main room.

"Are you up for a concert here again next week?", Nadia suggested.

The photographers looked at their best friend. Alanis jumped her shoulders, not put off by the idea.

"Who is playing?", Evie curiously asked,"I'm free."

"My brother's band. They're called Wallows."

Ali's eyes widened. She slapped her forehead, realising how she hadn't discerned her friend's last name in combination with her American nationality.

"Are you joking? I love their music!", the Spanish girl gasped.

Their Irish friend was left in confusion. Though her presence in the indie rock world was known, not every single band peeked out. Evie waited patiently for Alanis to enlighten her.

Ali slapped her knee: "You know them too! Remember the song that was popular in 2020? Are you bored yet, with Clairo?"

"Oh! Right, yeah. Sure, we can go."

Nadia grinned widely. She couldn't wait for them to meet her brother, and his band.

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The young Verhoeven loved her job, she really did. Being with her lover most of the time and doing what she was passionate about, nothing could be better.

Maeve's least favourite part of Joost's show was Florida 2009. Not because she didn't like the song, the polar opposite actually. She simply disliked seeing her boyfriend in pain and crying on stage whilst Maeve stood, powerless.

Just like in the moment, the girl leaned over the edge of the podium as she vitalised Joost. He hid under the Friesland flag and began speaking. It was always the same, still it never failed to make Evie burst into tears.

The drops rolled down her flushed cheeks as she managed to capture the emotion in the venue. Evie limited her pictures during the intimate piece of art, it felt wrong to shove a camera in everyone's faces.

Her time was spent with heading backstage and storing away her equipment before waiting on the side of the stage to comfort Joost. It had become a routine for the pair.

The Dutch artist finished his set, thanking the crowd repeatedly. As expected, he fell into Maeve's arms without hesitation. Her shirt wetted with his remaining tears. Joost's hold on her tightened around her waist as she skimmed through his damp, blonde hair.

"Thank you", he whispered.

Evie frowned, though he couldn't see.

"For what?"

"For staying with me."

She pouted, placing a kiss on the side of his neck whilst breaking away from Joost, but only enough to see his face. The Dutch man stared at Maeve with bloodshot, blue eyes. Slowly, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, wiping away the stray droplets.

The Irish girl scanned his sad expression: "You don't need to thank me. I'm in love with you and that will never change."

Her reassurance succeeded as she pulled his head down to meet his lips. It was tender and salty due to Joost's obvious heartache.