Riviera [bastille fanfiction]

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17:40PM
Glastonbury, UK
24th June

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"Dan! DAN! Chaos Planet shirt!" Kate screams over the wave of people walking to the tent in which Tove Lo is due to play.

I look around and try to see if I can spot the multicoloured tie dyed top. "WHERE?!" We have to talk over the music coming from various stages since we are slap bang in the middle of the field.

"TWELVE O'CLOCK!" She shouts back as she and Soph walks off towards another stage, they aren't too keen on Tove Lo,. Truthfully I'm not keen either, I like the song she did with Flume. That song was really fucking wicked.

I look straight ahead and laugh to myself as I hold my larger glass. As if I can miss that top. I smile to myself as I walk up to the girl has long light straight brown hair with a pretty flower crown on. Not saying she's pretty - that would just be a bit weird and awkward for both of us, but her flower crown is.

Why did I feel the need to clarify that in my head? Ah fuck it. It's Glastonbury who gives a shit? Clearly fucking me. I look away as she takes her top off and puts a pink one on. Now I feel like a fucking pervert. - oh no. Why did she take it off? She then stands next to a guy in a long blue shirt and pose for a picture.

I walk behind her as she laughs after the picture gets taken. Her mates spot me but I shake my head laughing with my finger against my mouth then point to her. All day me and my own mates have been hunting fans down, it's always nice to have a chat and what not at a festival. The girl talking has a thick Liverpudlian accent. After she finishes talking about her boyfriend or whatever the fuck she was taking the piss out of I put my arm around her.

Of course she goes to naturally elbow me in the face, but then she stops as her jaw drops open. "I didn't wanna be rude and interrupt...whatever...that was." She bursts out laughing as her hazel eyes fill up with tears. "Oh no...don't...oh shit." I hug her tightly.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Cecelia" wow. Her parents really must of loved her to call her that. She looks like she should be called Dani or something, not bloody Cecelia.

"Wicked name. I'm Dan." I laugh shaking her head. "Hi Dan." Least she clearly knows who I am.

"So who have you been watching then?" I point to the other stage which is behind me. "Today has been kind of shitty, so we've stayed here all day, you?" I nod my head.

"Yeah today has been pretty shit, I've been walking around all day trying to spot fans...I mean obviously going to watch Tove Lo now, you like Tove Lo?" I ask as she nervously smiles nodding her head. I sigh.