"I only know one thing for sure, and that's you. I don't care if this is the worst timing I only care about what you think," Martin sighed resting his hand on my hip.
"Do you really care about what I think?" I replying looking up at his questioning...
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"Damn, they can really get away with singing anything they want, can't they?" Martin laughed still in shock from the lyrics he had heard at Cherub's set. I nodded my head quickly watching the guys walk off stage to the opposite side that Martin and I were standing meaning that we probably wouldn't get the chance to meet them. Oh well, some artists are meant to be imagined.
"It's good music, plus it's what everyone is really thinking in their head," I added as we made our way down the stairs towards the entrance of the stage. Martin glanced down at his wrist taking a note of time before widening his eyes.
"Do you want to go see me perform? I'm running a bit late to my pre-show run through," Martin asked looking around for his guard. I played around and placed my finger on my chin pretending to be in super deep thought about his proposition.
"I don't know, I was planning on seeing Major Lazer," I acted watching his face sink. He looked at me with a painful look and turned around to walk away when I grabbed his hand pulling him back to my side. "I'm only kidding. Of course I want to see you perform," I smiled watching his smile turn from a frown into a small smirk.
"You need to stop teasing me," Martin laughed while placing a hand on my lower back, and leading me to a golf cart with the security guard from before. I learned his name was Gary and is Martin's personal guard when he travels.
"Hop on, my lady," he smiled patting his legs. I blushed, and carefully sat on him while he wrapped his arms around my waist. We rolled through the perimeter of Lolla passing tents and volunteers separating us from the regular crowd.
One of the great things about Lollapalooza is that at this festival, no one cares about what you're wearing or who has the best makeup or who is the drunkest and outrageous. Here everyone cares about the music, the community, dancing, and getting the best experience possible. No one dares to comment about anyone else's body or how they look cause truly no one cares. People just want everyone to be their most authentic selves.
We rode past crowds of people wearing vibrant clothing, glitter in their hair, posters and memes for the crowds, nothing but fun and smiles over the seas of people.
