letme LIGHTUP the Sky.

Damn, I seriously have to finish that fanfiction. It IS for a contest, and I DO have a deadline.
Thankfully, I'm becoming a little more comfortable with this 'Write Every Day' thing.

prompt #137:
She stood a foot and a half away from the stage, seperated by the metal barricade and a meathead bouncer.

She stood a foor and a half away (and a foot below) her heroes. The guys who sang their sorrow to her as she cried out her own. Who sang her to sleep. Who healed her wounds.

She stood a foot below and five feet away from the speaker that delivered their notes, their words to her ears. She loved that speaker.

The multitude of the crowd was behind her. The meathead bouncer was soon overtaken with the responsibility of catching the crowdsurfing idiots.

Behind her, the noise escalated. The guitarist and the vocalist, male and male, had just leaned in for their usual faux-kiss that would be all over the internet as soon as the concert had ceased.

She wished it would never end. Three hours wasn't enough. She looked around frantically. There wasn't a single thing she wanted to forget. (Not even the amount of stubble on the meathead bouncer.)

She hadn't realised that she'd cried through the more emotionally affecting songs until she wiped the 'sweat' off her face at the end. This was, obviously, why the meathead bouncer was looking at her like that. This was, obviously, why the meathead bouncer offered to escort her (and her father, who had now left his seat to come find her) to meet the band.

She realised that, even if she forgot half of this, it wouldn't matter. This was, by far, and would always be, the greatest night of anyone's life.

And she got to keep it.