Dead Boys // Sam Fender

3

I don't know what caused my feet to move because it definitely wasn't my brain. I've never been the type of person to approach anyone in public, let alone a musician that I don't know. But here I was, leaving my friends without telling them to say hi to Sam Fender.

"Hello? Sam?" I say behind him in the quietest volume ever spoken, hoping that if he didn't hear me then I could walk away.

He turns around and looks at me with a confused facial expression. "Do I know you?"

"Uh, no. This is kind of stupid, but my name is Avery, and my brother recently died by suicide. You probably don't really care and don't want to listen to me ramble anymore, but I heard your song "Dead Boys" after it happened, and it helped me put my situation into perspective. I just saw you, and I couldn't walk away without telling you that I love your song," I say in one breath as he stares rather blankly towards me. "But anyways, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Bye."

And before I even gave him a second to respond, I weave my way through the small crowd back to where I'd left my friends.

"Where'd you go? I turned around after paying and you weren't in line anymore," Ben questions.

"I decided that I'm too broke of a college student to start spending this early, but I'll get one later," I quickly lie. They laugh it off and we head to a show across the park together. I kept looking around to see if I could spot Sam, not that I'd go talk to him again, or that he'd recognize me as the awkward girl that talked to him earlier.

My friends and I bond over complaining about being broke, even though we're all blessed enough to have parents that help with expenses and have enough saved to enjoy a music festival weekend. If I really think about it, I work quite a lot and make a decent wage. I'm lucky. I should really be more grateful for my financial situation, but I guess complaining is easiest.