• Abby stopped dead in her tracks for a last look at the tour bus. She had chosen a parking lot behind the House of Blues and happened to whitness the crew unloading on her way in. Now the that the concert was over, she knew who she was looking at as they loaded back, ready for a spring of tours. Nowshe knew to watch in awe and hope to high heaven that some dayshe would leave an inspiring impression on someone as moldable as herself.
    A few hours ago she had been blown away by the opening band. She expected nothing worthwhile until the main performance, but they were fantastic and created the perfect atmosphere. Of course, they were not as phenomenal as their follow-up. Surely, he was notas purely beautiful as she saw him. It had to be the sweat and the pulse of the front row. It had to be. The experience was enticing minutes before those thoughts interupted the flow, or rather entered the flow. Everything continued perfectly as before physical features were noticed, probably because his looks were not striking. She had seen pictures and heard the songs before and considered all of these things equally enjoyable, hence the concert attendance.
    Obviously the front row just had some unpredictable effect on her. Maybe it had to do with the temperature change. She wore a yellow sweaterdress, brick stalkings and an army-type coat. It was cold enough for that kind of dressing outside, but she could still feel the sweat caused by the agressive crowd at the stage. Nono, the luck intemperature would have to follow her like a curse. She was known to become overexcited in any front row.
    She had waited like everyone else for a sloppy signature, something signed by such a star. Well, a soon-to-be star, she was sure of it. Still, she did not mind being part of a smaller group of admirers. Like all the others, she was turned out after half an hour to realize Wertz was not coming back. She got a buzzed autograph from the opening band's singer whose cd she decided to buy, at least somethig kind of special to remember the experience by when she was flipping through the lyrics later in life.
    Now she was just a little frozen in her beige eyelet lace flats. There went the manager and the drummer and the manager was just back and forth constantly, probably taking count and directing and such things. She had to get around the bus, and she was not about to walk down a city road, open to any cars. She inched closer, felling like an opening was coming soon. She did not want to freak anyone out with crazed fandom, so she was waiting for a clear patch where nobody would bebusy loading. Finally the way was totally clear, everyone in the bus or the building. She was so far away that she realized she would have to make a dash to avoid getting in the way. At the same time, Jason was running in the building, running to the exit with the intention of getting to the bus. Just guess what event took place next.
    Abby's half consciousness faded within seconds, about twenty seconds. It happened to be just enough time to get an already frazzled band to pull her into the bus. Jason was perfectly fine besides his buttocks and red palms. "I'm up, I'm fine," she assured when she felt a little splash of water. The tried to stand up, but there were people all around her. Brushing someone, she decided to sit until they backed off. Once they had done so she tried again, but it made her head hurt while she was still a bit dizzy. She was handed a bottle of water while she waited for her head to clear up Jason went to Matt, but Aby could only make out the movement and did not see the gesture urgent to leave. "We were going to be there early enough for a hotel anyway," he reminded Jason as the rest of the band dispersed to commence loading.
    Abby almost thought Jason suggested they leave her, but it looked like it was his fault from her fuzzy point of view. Maybe he wasn't, but it would be wrong to leave her alone on a dark street. She flashed a crooked smile while she could see Wertz in full clarity, Jasonslightly rolling his eyes.
    "Look, I'll go," I offered happily,leaning on the wall as soon as I could get upright,"if you can do me this solid," she added while rummaging through her purse. She pulled out her Elizabethtown DVD and case, and he grabbed it eagerly.
    "I'll do you one better," he promised. The way he took his time signing told her that he was thinking about how he was going to show up her suggestion. That gave her feet time to regain integrity in her legs. "I'm going to sign this and you're going to sit down here for at least an hour." She tried to protest, tried to make it about her feelings and tried to say she lived out of town and needed to get home, but he insisted her health was more important. She was already completely coherent. She had seen longer blackouts in kids that just went about their playtime regardless. Then again, she had read of hardly bruise-inducing injuries that resulted in death given time. So she spent the next fifty minutes watching Jason maintain level, forced cool and making small talk with her favorite artist. It was easier to stay cool in this situation. Why wouldn't all the guys have their friends knock her unconscious?
    "Lets work on getting you home now that I'm convinced you won't keel over," Matt was reasoned into letting her go on the condition that he walk her to her car.On the way into the parking lot she wondered if her car was just a piece and she didn't know it. She hated looking poor or pitiful, that was why she picked the outfit she did that night. With her chocolate brown hair done just right she looked like a model from her good angles. They got to her silver bug and while she was hoping the dark was hiding her dorky pink flames, Matt was taking her and and starting goodbyes. Like a bolt of lightning the kiss hit her cheek.They each left each others' views with bashful smiles on their faces.