62 : Linger

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Théo peeked at the tall, glittering stage props as he backed away from the stack of audio equipment. He slouched right by the sound engineer's corner, watching while his smiling and elegantly dressed ex-girlfriend re-arranged her keyboard's wires.

Her hair had less wavy curls today. Multi-hued strobe lights made them appear azure and sometimes pinkish. Sunset had just passed, and the crowd just grew thicker now that the band was almost ready to perform. 

The curly-haired guitarist was already settling into his seat on the right side;  the other band members were positioned on the far left of the stage.

Théo stood along the sidelines and glanced past a sea of diversely aged, mostly casually dressed people excitedly waiting for the next performance.  The fans in the VIP section looked pretty still in their seats, and, odds-on, just too psyched to see their favorite artists play beaut