Luck, Lust and Lana

The Concert

It's been two and a half hours since I entered the pit. The opening act, Grimes, exited the stage not too long ago. I somehow managed to push myself up to about the third row now. I am so close, I can taste it. Despite my severe thirst, hunger, and heat stroke, I am fighting my hardest to push through the hoards of people. Ten minutes later, Lana's band arrives on stage. They pick up their instruments and within minutes, they're plunking away an elegant melody. I don't recognize the song, but I foreshadow that Lana will be out in mere seconds. Suddenly, seductive moans whale offstage. LANA! The light of my life, fire of my loins. After a few minutes that feel like eternity, the curtains slowly draw open. This is the first moment I lay eyes on Lana. She is absolutely stunning. She's never looked more beautiful sporting a sexy red dress and high-wooden heels. Her make-up is effortless, yet beautiful. Her curled hair falls on her shoulders just so and she walks with swaying hips to center stage. Even though I am amongst thousands of other screaming fans, in that moment, it is only me and her.

People in the audience begin to push forward as she approaches the front of the stage. Now is my chance! I take the opportunity to propel myself forward and divert blame on the people behind me who "pushed" me there. I am finally here; the front barricade. I can see Lana so clearly, so closely. Every inch of her, every detail of her. Simply beautiful. After scanning and greeting the audience, she approaches the mic stand and begins singing "Cruel World." I am entranced. I sing along with her, swaying and smiling. She is perfect.

As the concert progresses, something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. A few yards away from me I see a girl kneeling in front of the barricade. I'm immediately intrigued. Who is this chick? Why is she IN FRONT of the barricade? What makes her so special? Just as soon as these envious thoughts enter my mind, it hits me; the blonde hair, the camera, her persona -- it's Chuck! Of course! While I'm intently staring at her processing all of this, she glances over seeing me glare her down. Instead of brushing me off like I anticipate, she sweetly smiles and waves. I'm taken a back and look around to see if this was directed towards anyone else. Nope, no one is looking at her but me. I quickly turn back around and exuberantly smile and return a wave. She now begins to crawl her way over to me. OH MY GOD! She's coming to me! What is she doing? What does she want? As she inches closer, she focuses her camera on me. I smile and pose, blowing a kiss to her. She draws the camera away from her eye and reviews the photo -- I see her laugh at the image. She looks up at me, does a thumbs up, and turns back to take photos of Lana.

I then too turn my attention back to Lana as she is now seated, singing a beautiful rendition of "Chealsea Hotel No. 2." Even when she's simply sitting and singing, she amazes me. I gaze up at her admirably as I mouth the words to the slow tune. As she sings the final verse, her eyes wander over in my direction. I smile big and, to my dismay, she smiles back. Oh my gosh, does she notice me?! To test this theory, I blow her a kiss. She responds with a laugh, catching the kiss with ease and placing it over her heart. I. JUST. DIED. LANA DEL REY NOTICES ME! This is huge! I knew this was a sure sign that I would meet her. I just had a feeling.