A N G E L (Roger Daltrey)

Two

Janice's POV

My legs felt like jell-o.

My brain was fuzzy with excitement, and I held Nancy's hand as I wobbled to the front. We were really close to the stage!

I collapsed into my seat beside my best friend, looking at her wide-eyed.

"You stoked?" She asked gleefully, raking her fingers through her hair.

"Beyond." I replied. "I'm sweating." I fanned myself with my hands and she fanned me with her hands, too.

"Keep it together, man. This is gonna be totally tight!" Nance was practically bursting with excitement.

"I know, I can't wait to see Roger in person!"

The couple rows in front of and the many rows behind us were filling up fast. My stomach churned and my heart stopped beating normally, taking to slamming against my ribcage instead.

The lights went down in the theater, plunging us into darkness. The crowd erupted into screams and I was so excited I practically blacked out. The sound of a guitar tuning flowed from the speakers. Nancy and I cheered like crazy, smacking each other's arms like schoolgirls, going absolutely wild.

With a bang of Keith's drums, light exploded back into the theater. There, before my very eyes, was The Who. The crowd was bursting with noise, and in a display of pure passion, I leapt to my feet, standing in my seat. I reached my hands up and screamed, eyes blurred as tears rolled down my face. The music washed over me like deafening tidal waves.

Once the shock wore off and my vision refocused, I settled my gaze on Roger, the angel himself. Our seats were so good I could see the crisp crystal blue of his eyes.

"NANCY!" I shouted. She, too, was standing on her chair. I pulled her head to me so I could shout directly into her ear. There was no way she'd hear me otherwise. "THANK YOU SO MU-U-UCH!" I burst into a fresh set of tears.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She replied into my ear, kissing me on the cheek.

We joined hands, lacing our fingers together and letting the music sweep us out into the farthest reaches of the galaxy and back again.

The song finished and there were cheers all around. Roger started talking then, introducing the next song. I realized my legs were still quite wobbly and stepped down onto the floor. Nancy followed suit.

I peered up into Roger's face, admiring the way his sweet blond curls framed his beautiful features. I would give anything to have my hands in those curls. Anything.

I looked over to my left to see Nance admiring Keith in the same way. Before I had any chance to tease her about it, the band launched into I Can See For Miles.

Nancy and I danced, our hands in the air as if we were having some sort of religious experience. Though I guess, to an extent, we were.

The words to the song spilled out of me as I jumped to the beat, taking breaks between bursts of leaping to sway my hips with just as much enthusiasm. Keith's drums boomed in my chest and Roger's voice created tingly champagne bubbles in my brain that spread from the crown of my head into the tips of my outstretched fingers.

For a brief moment, I focused on John. In the chaos of the crowd and the energy on the stage, he was the eye of the storm. His vocalizations floated over my head in some unusually ethereal plane separate from that of the others.

And then there was Pete. He played with such fiery intensity that it nearly came across as rage. I was, to say the least, entirely captivated by all four of them.

As the song drew to its end, I pushed the sweaty hair plastered to my forehead back to where it belonged before settling a hand over my racing heart.

I looked over at Nancy, who was also sweating and fanning her flushed face. We decided to sit down. This decision did not last long, however, because as soon as our bodies touched the seats, Pinball Wizard started playing and we both leapt up.

A huge grin broke over my face and I threw my head back, singing along. They were playing my new favorite album! Not only that, but one of the best songs off of it!

I reached both arms out to my sides, quite effectively smacking Nancy in the chest and narrowly missing the stranger on my right. Nance raised an eyebrow at me amid her own glee.

Then, for half a second, time came to a total standstill. Roger seemed to make direct eye contact with me. My face went red and my vision went white as I was transported onto some sort of astral field where only the two of us existed

The smile painted across my face stretched wider as I hatched an idea.

"Hey Nance!" I yelled into her ear, digging my fingers into her arm. "We should sneak backstage!"