Illianna

Well, alright then. That's what you said when your brother asked if you'd come to another festival. You've always been aware, and a little envious, of your popular sibling's musical talent. As a singer/song writer, he's working hard and progressing towards his goals. When he was invited to showcase his music, he was delighted and then apprehensive. His name is included on a list of new talent to play on a secondary stage on the Saturday afternoon. He loves playing his music and connecting with an audience. What's making him more nervous are the attending journalists and top A&R people. Your brother teases you ... to encourage and recognise that you have your own abilities and interests. When they gave him a handful of 'roadie' passes, he brought you and a couple of friends with him to the festival - he doesn't need help carrying his guitar, but he often lets you drive him to the gigs. About an hour before he's due to go on, he was invited to speak to some reputable music journalists/influencers. You, with his entourage, can pass some time in the back-stage area - with free snacks and drinks from a national sponsor. You recognise a few of the other musicians and performers - from previous venues your brother played, or from shows you've attended ... with your brother. Then you notice her! Did you momentarily stop breathing, stare for a bit too long in her direction? Your friend didn't help. When he noticed your reaction, he elbowed you, causing you to almost drop your free burger. You nearly got away with it, until you saw tomato sauce make a bid for freedom by falling onto your jeans. Your trusted wing-man found this even more hilarious. You're caught - there's no way you can casually or nonchalantly deal with this red/orange blob running down your blue jeans. You silently curse your luck, and your friend, and then find a stack of standard issue napkins to wipe away the resilient sauce. You're more surprised to see her reaction - genuinely amused and sympathetic?