What Happens in Glastonbury

Doing his thing

I had a weird view from side stage, I was almost seeing what he was seeing. From the back left corner of the stage, I had a view of the back of Jesse, looking out over the crowd. There were so many people in the crowd that I couldn't even see where they ended. And the noise! God the noise! I was only 20 but honestly, I felt 100, it was too loud! I wanted to kindly ask the bass player to turn the amp down as it shook my body, sending an uncomfortable shockwave through my chest. My ears hurt, I needed ear plugs or some kind of industrial strength earmuffs! Or actually what I needed was to stay in my pyjamas in my quiet hotel room, eating my train snacks that I'd missed out on earlier, watching Friends, but no I was here enjoying (not enjoying) Jesse's show!

I looked out at the crowd, it was halfway through the first song, and they had still not stopped screaming, half the front row was crying, clambering on top of each other every time Jess went near to the front of the stage, all trying to get to him, arms outstretched, to just touch a fingertip on him. It was bizarre! I had to hand it to him though he was pretty fucking good. His voice was something else and he looked so sexy, he was wearing very, very tight black skinny jeans, I do hope I get to peel them off later I thought. No ya don't. Stop it! You are going back to your hotel! Alone! And going to sleep!

Hmm we'll see said the other side of my conscious, thankfully I was distracted by his super white trainers, they must have been brand new out the box before he walked out of stage! How many pairs of new white trainers did he own? I'd never seen him in a pair that weren't so white and shiny that you could almost see your reflection in them! Maybe he literally only wore a pair once. Did he have enough money for that? How much money did he earn? Was he a millionaire? How did I still not know this? I made a mental note to find out later.

Anyway, I watched Jesse, as mesmerised as the rest of his fans, he really was magic, he completely owned that stage! Strutting about like some sort of God with girls falling at his feet. Some literally.

I'd never seen him look so sexy, oh man, the tingle was back, I'd not felt that in a long time!

His silky dark brown hair had gotten a little longer, pushed back by a thin black headband, the same kind of headband he had taken the piss out of Sam for wearing not long ago, that was another thing to make a mental note to bring up later, I was going to tease the shit out of him about that one. His piercing blue eyes were still as gorgeous as I remembered, sparkling like glass under the lights in the few glimpses I got of him as he bounded about the stage mostly with his back to me.

Halfway through the show, sweaty and exhausted he took off his denim jacket, his white T-shirt clung to his abs. I couldn't take my eyes off him; I could see why he had so many girls drooling over him. I got it now. I understood what he was about, and I understood why his life was the way it was. There was something about him that just drew you in, it made you want to be near him, talk to him, just know him. I knew that he was nothing like his stage persona. Off stage he was never gyrating on the floor like he was right now. Oh, Jesus, he is gyrating on the floor, good lord he's gonna give himself a hard on in a minute, is that wise on stage? In front of 10,000 people? Some of them as young as 11 or 12? Jesse man! For the love of God, don't do that! Unfortunately, my telepathy skills weren't honed yet, so he didn't get the memo and continued to shag the floor, much to the delight of the crowd who were absolutely loving it. The screaming and shouting and wolf whistling just didn't let up. I'm sure the parents in the room who had brought their young daughters were delighted to get a free sex show included but that aside he was incredible, for some odd reason I felt like a proud Mum, watching her baby on stage. Oh god no! Actually, not a Mum, not with what I (and the other 9,999 people) just witnessed him do! No Mum needs to see that. And what I wanted to do to him would have definitely been a crime. Wipe that thought, I one hundred per cent did not feel like his Mum!

An hour and half and I was getting sleepy. It was nearly 11.30pm and his show was coming to an end. I didn't know how he did this for so long, every night. He must have been absolutely shattered! I was shattered myself and I literally stood still for less than 2 hours, in fact, I sat on the floor for a good hour.

He had some fucking stamina; I'll give him that. Stamina that he might need to find a little more of later! Stop!

"Thank you all for coming, you've....been amazing!" He said, fighting to breath in between his words

"I've been Jay Summers......my new album is out right now!" He panted

"I'll see you again soon Cardiff, goodnight!" He managed to get the last words out, blowing a kiss to the crowd who responded with a chorus of ear-piercing screams, again! There's gonna be some sore throats tomorrow I thought!

He left the stage, someone was waiting for him with a towel and water, he grabbed it, mopping his face with the towel, he looked up and we locked eyes, he smiled. He was a beautiful mess, his hair was stuck up and sweaty, his face hot with flushed cheeks, his T-shirt wet in places, stuck to his body. It just seemed like the result of working hard to me and I liked a man who worked hard for a living, no matter what it was they did.

He approached me, the biggest smile on his face, I started to wish I had dressed up more, at least put on some make up and sorted my hair! I was starting to feel like a cap wasn't the way to go.

"Hey superfan" he teased, I rolled my eyes

"How was the show" he asked

"Alright, I guess" I teased back

"Hmm, so you're hard to impress?" He said

"No, I'm impressed" I replied, giving in, and feeling like I needed to gush about just how incredible he was. He smiled bigger.

"Jess, you were incredible" I said, dropping the teasing

"Thank you. And thank you for coming out to see me, it meant a lot to me" he said, sincerely.

"Sure" I replied, smiling back at him, his piercing blue eyes penetrating my soul.

"So, I won dinner too, right?" I joked

"Yeah, you did. Except I can't go out to restaurants, we wouldn't be left alone, you'd have to come to my hotel room, or I'd come to yours" he suggested, he looked nervous, like I was going to be mad at his suggestion. I wasn't, but I assumed he had a girlfriend, so I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I had to ask first.

"Are you dating anyone?" I asked

"No. Are you?" He asked

"No" I replied

"Ok. Good" he said

"I thought you had a girlfriend, I saw you kissing a red head on New Year's Eve" I said, hoping not to annoy him or start an argument.

"Oh. Her. Hell no. I'll tell you that story in the hotel room. Mine or yours?" He asked

"Actually, can we go to yours? Half my fans will know where I'm staying, if I can sneak out, they won't know where I am, and we might be left alone" he suggested

"Ok" I agreed

"I need to go change first so they don't recognise me in these clothes" he said

"Ok, I'll wait here" I said. He laughed

"No, you won't! Come on" he said pulling me gently by the arm, I followed him.