The concert was inexplicably beautiful.
Thats the thing when one is in love. One's mind is fixated on their sweetheart constantly and is perpetually fascinated with even the smallest habits or patterns of their beloved.
And this was the state Lilian was in. She observed Post like he was an exotic parakeet, beautiful but mysterious.
Oh God, she longed for the after concert party she had scheduled.
Actually, it was quite a unique dilemma, Lilian wanted the concert to last forever so she could soak the melodic voice of her love into her skin like the sun. Yet she longed to be alone with him, or rather in an intimate setting with Post.
"Good Night Philadelphia!" Post shouted and Lilian could see the sweat running down his face, but her love was unconditional.
It took about a half hour for her to escape, dodging people left and right to find the quickest route to her booty.
She arrived at the V.I.P./Backstage area and a bouncer in a sunflower yellow silk vest with dragons embroidered on it was crossing his arms.
"Ah, ah, ah." he said holding up a hand as she tried to pass.
"Who are you exactly?"
"Lilian Articus." she beamed confidently, as who wouldn't be confident if they were dating Post Malone.
"Not on the list, sweetheart."
But the way he said sweetheart sounded as if he meant the opposite.
No one wanted to be a bitterbum.
"How about, Sissifer?" she asked hesitantly.
The man's eyes widened, "Oh you're Sissifer, I am so very sorry! Here you are." he spoke, quickly opening the door for her.
And for the second time that night she walked through those lovely doors.
