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“Holy shit, it’s really her!”
Nakahara Chuuya screamed over the crowd, holding her phone up in a desperate attempt to get a good shot over the other attendees at the concert. It was an artist the two of you had saved up to see – the tickets were impossible to get for months and you finally got a deal with someone who had something come up and had to resell their tickets last minute. You donned a red number while Chuuya remained fearless in her usual casual get-up.
“God damn, she’s so fucking perfect!”
Chuuya hissed softly in your ear as she hurriedly adjusted. It was pretty hot in the venue, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care during the chance of a lifetime to see someone you had always looked up to in concert. Singing along with each part of her set, you almost felt 22 again.
The crowd is entranced by the blonde woman gliding across the stage as if she owned it. You and Chuuya were enchanted. Her voice is even more gorgeous in-person. You hold your phone up, noting the new outfit – it was one she had never worn in another show prior!
The artist struts confidently, her blue eyes focused on the crowd and the lights, seamlessly weaving from one song to the next. By now, your voice is hoarse from singing. Chuuya does not seem far behind, grabbing your arm in solidarity as she gets emotional.
“This is the best day of my freaking life!” Chuuya shouts over the crowd, sobbing. “We fucking made it!”
It had been a cruel summer for the both of you, but this August had been nothing short of bliss.
In a spur of the moment, the songstress on-stage begins to thank the audience for their continued support mid-set, pulling out a shirt from behind her back. She tosses it into the sea of people, near your general direction! Chuuya, being the faster of the two of you, snatches it out of the air… and she hands it to you.
“Here you go!” Chuuya shouted over everyone’s screams over the next song. “Let loose beyond your wildest dreams!”