Limelight Tonight

The Post-Concert Coffee

Loud music and ear-deafening cheers filled the arena. Even if its atmosphere was about to explode with the never-ending screaming and singing, thousands of people didn't mind. The place was as hot as a summer day in Miami, their sweats dripping down to areas that are too sensitive to even be mentioned.

Amidst the venue's massive capacity, it would be impossible to bop to songs and not hit someone on the eye, stomach, or crotch. Apologies were non-existent at this point, though. No needle would be able to survive if it was dropped on the haystack of people. But with Ysabelle, everything felt like heaven even if it was hot as hell. Pain and aches were not also an issue as long as she was front and center watching the boys of her teen life.

"Before we sing our last song, I just want to say a few words," a dark-haired boy began as he catches his breath. His eyes scanned the audience and smiled widely, his adorable tooth-gap on display. Even if he was panting heavily, his blue orbs still shone brighter than the stage lights.

"We would not be doing this without you guys. The last five years were a blast. You guys don't even know how grateful we are to you," he gushed, receiving many awes from the crowd.

"You have been amazing. Let's end this night by going back to the beginning," the youngest and shortest one chimed. A mix of shouts, loud sighs, and sobs resounded the venue. He giggled like a child from the fans' response, quickly covering his mouth to control his sounds. The other members were already settling into their last positions with the lights automatically turning off. Another roar echoed as the music plays.

The band finally performed their first-ever song, 'Taking You' as the finale. Upon hearing the intro, tears started to roll down on Ysabelle's cheeks as she sniffled from time to time. She had never felt prouder on the journey and the boy group's growth that she loved since day one.

As the lads sang their lungs out, the fans followed every lyrics and melody. The existence of that is Why Don't We were coming to its final destination, and Ysabelle had no doubt of being there to support them one last time.

After the song finishes, the arena went wild once more. The band gave a huge bow and then ran off backstage.

"Second to the last concert, checked," the fangirl whispered to herself as she walked toward her ruined and old car once the show ended.

Driving down the streets of Los Angeles, Ysabelle kept reminiscing her favorite moments from the concert earlier. The smile on her face continued to stretch her lips as if it was glued to that position. She even found herself humming her Why Don't We jam as she cruised through the neighborhood to go to a Starbucks shop.

Coffee is her best friend whenever she finishes watching concerts, whoever artist it may be. What started out as a simple solution to keep her awake during her drives became a tradition that she didn't want to stop doing.

At last, her eyes sparkled upon seeing the illuminated sign of the Greek creature ahead. The thought of the yummy Frappuccino Espresso and a dark chocolate slice of cake caused her mouth to water with anticipation. She drove faster.

Ten minutes was enough to order her cravings as she was already out of the store carrying her food. However, as she approaches the parking spot, she saw three men smoking near her automobile. The moonlight and bright lamp posts were not enough to get a glimpse of their physical features.

Panic came rushing through Ysabelle's system. The crime shows that she watched and murder stories that she read flooded her mind, scaring her immensely while imagining various worst-case scenarios. But she had no choice. She'll either walk for three hours to her apartment or be brave enough to quickly get to her ride and drive as fast as possible. The latter option, obviously, sounded much better.