When the Music Burns
Even with me right up against her, she did not seem to care.
I got bolder, pressing down a bit to feel the softness of her.
Maybe I pushed too hard because she turned and gave me a look, shifting away.
"Hey, back off. You're making me uncomfortable."
I stepped back and apologized, "Sorry about that, it's just really crowded back here."
"No worries," she said with a smile and dove right back into the music.
The thrill of the concert was something I would never forget, a rush of excitement like nothing I had ever felt before. She was right there in front of me, and my heart raced with the beat of the music.
Bab Populer