Will We Talk?

88- Festival

Evie's POV:

And so festival season begins. Here comes the uncomfortable tents, living on three hours sleep, constant travelling and liver failure. All of that and it's not an issue to me.

Like last year, Fran and I had decided to get tickets to as many festivals as we could get our hands on. I would stay up late trying to get tickets while Fran was on night shift, and during the day, when I was working, Fran would do the morning hunt. Fortunate for me, though, I have a rockstar boyfriend who could get me free tickets to the festivals he was playing at. Today was my first one, Radio 1's Big Weekend, and I was unsure how Sam was going to act. I'd never been to a festival he's been at as his girlfriend before, so I was curious as to what goes on, and it excited me.

In the dance studio, I decided to get myself ready so that I could just head off with Sam as soon as possible. Quickly, I tossed my hair into a messy bun which actually didn't look too bad, before putting on a pair of jorts and a tight fitting tank top. Incase I get cold, I'm relying on Sam to give me his hoodie or something- it's a common courtesy.

As I concentrated on perfecting my hair, my phone began to vibrate against the floor and I peered over to see the name lit up on the screen.

"Alreet Sam?" I answered, double checking the caller ID, "You not busy?"

"I'm alreet. Do you need anything before we come and pick you up?" he questioned, audibly a little stressed.

I sat with my legs crossed, pondering as I readjusted my eyebrow to make them more even, "Will you bring my Gazelles please? I've got my New Balances but nowt else."

"Will do. See you. Love ya." he said before ending the phone call.

That man was stressing. The breathlessness in his voice was the proof, as well as his snappy ending to the phone call. The reason why, I'm not sure of, because he's perfect in everything he does and even if and when he does mess up, literally no one notices. Except for him and those who can read him, or, namely, myself and the band.

Deano: He's in cunt mode, get ready!! x

Evie: Oh brill. I'll wait outside to make life easier then x

Deano: Smart choice. We've just left pet x
^ read 12:47

*****

"Oh I am so fucking ready for this." I was bouncing off the walls, Tom trying and failing to calm me down.

"I kna, pet. Now why don't you try calming doon, aye?" he laughed, watching me rock back and forth on my toes and heels.

"Calm down?" I gasped, "The only way I'll calm down is if you fetch is a pint."

Tom tutted and looked at me, knowing he'd regret getting me a pint, "What of?"

"Any cider's fine please." I reply before he walks off, shaking his head.

A festival's atmosphere is something that cannot be remade nor can it be topped: it is simply electric. Whether you're right at the back of the crowd or at the barricade, they are nothing short of mint. The line up this year can arguably not be topped with Billie Eilish on later on in the night, following Sam's performance, and I was not missing it. Minus Sam, she was the one I actually came for, after I'd been convinced to tag along with my boyfriend.

Some people had recognised me who were waiting for Sam to start, so I spent my time giving out smiles and small waves to the odd few who did notice who I was.

Fran: Fuming I couldn't get tickets for today. Enjoy ur time, stay safe and take some photos! xx

Evie: ik Im missing my partner in crime. photos will be on their way soon xx

Tom was on photo duty until he looked at me with a confused face, my phone still in his hand, "It's Sam." he explained before holding the phone out for me to take.

"Strange." I say as I place my sunglasses onto my head, "Sam? Y'alreet?"

"Yer seriously not staying oot there for my set are ya?" he questioned.

"Y-yeah. Yeah I was going to. Why like?" I reply, Tom and I walking through crowds.

"Evie, you can come backstage. Plus, I wanna see you before and when I'm on stage." he stated with an almost pleading voice.

I stop Tom as we walk, "Alreet, where you at?"

*****

"Yous are gan be mint." I excitedly said to the lads after they'd had their group talk, my third cider of the day in hand.

"Cheers pet." Drew smiled, cupping my shoulder before passing me, the lads following behind him.

Sam stood in front of me with a smile on his face, arms wrapped around my waist, "I love you."

"I love you too, now get oot there and fuckin' show them Sam Fender." I encourage, running a hand through his already messy hair, "I'm proud of you."

And with that, he lay a kiss against my lips and ran over to his bandmates, all of them excitedly bouncing with their instruments in hand. Then the lights went out and on they went, and I couldn't stop myself from dancing and singing and just having a good time. When he began his cover of 'Morning Glory', I couldn't hold down the Oasis fangirl in me as I bounced and screamed uncontrollably, Tom recording me, but I didn't care. I was living my best life after months of not feeling great.

That's the power of music; I felt it, Sam felt it, my fellow festival goers felt it- music is just unexplainably beautiful. Anyone who doesn't have a connection to music in someway must have a sad life. Had music not've been in mine, I'd be one hell of a different woman.

As Sam's set came to a close, I had just finished my fourth cider and was waiting with open arms for Sam to fall into, which he did straight away. That bloke was sweaty, but it just shows how much passion he puts into his profession. His face remained nuzzled in the crook of my neck while I high-fived and patted the other lads on the back.

"Ya were mint, babe." I congratulated, "Well done."

"Cheers, baby." I felt him smile against my neck before heading pressed a light kiss against my skin and looked me in the eyes, his electric blues making me freeze up, "How many of those ya had?"

"This is my fourth. Why like?" I answered with curiosity, offering him a sip, which he denied.

"Well I guess I'd best catch up with ya then." he winked before letting go of me and heading off to catch up with the lads.

While he and the boys debriefed and came down a little from their high of performing, I decided to make my way towards the stage to watch Billie Eilish, tipsy and alone.