The strobe lights flickered across the pulsating crowd at the underground music festival. Sweat dripped down his neck as the bass reverberated through his chest, the energy infectious. He wanted to stop and party but he needed to push his way to get backstage. Or the side of the stage to be technical. Sure, he could take the back door but where is the fun in that?
Then he noticed you, a smile spread over his face and he slid beside you.
"Hey, beautiful. Want to head backstage?"
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