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The song finished, and the lights dimmed. Heather didn't run, but speedwalked towards Joey, because she didn't wanna trip and fall in the dark. She only had like, what? Maybe two minutes at most to check up on him?
She arrived to Joey's side, holding a disposable water bottle. Heather tapped his shoulder. Joey whipped his head around and met her eyes. " Heather! Are you enjoying the show, sweetheart?" he asked her. Heather could tell he was smiling through the mask. She responded "Yeah!" quietly while noding her head. "Can I, uhhh...dunk water on your head? To cool you off?" She made a pouring gesture.
"Yeah, sure!"
Heather twisted off the bottle cap and poured the water on his head and down his black and red hair. Joey leaned into her. "Ummm...are you doing alright? Is the show good?" Heather asked.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Joey teased her once the water pouring stopped.
"Well, fuck! I don't know a good conversation starter!" Heather exclaimed, laughing a bit. "The show'll start--continue soon! I don't wanna waste your time!" Joey pinched her cheek and Heather squealed. "You never waste my time, doll." Joey watched Heather blush at the petname.
"O-okay...But you still get what I mean. Right?"
"Yes I do. Don't panic."
"Okay, good."
They kinda stood there in silence. Heather held the hand Joey used to pinch her cheek, lightly caressing his knuckles. Whatever their singer Corey was going off on was finally grabbing the two's attention.
This song...is about a girl, in a box...
"Shit!" Heather panicked a bit, because the next song was about to start. She felt Joey's hand tighten around her's as the drummer pulled her close. He lifted his mask up above his face and soon enough the two's lips were pressed against each other. Her eyes widened at first, but Heather embraced into the kiss. She wrapped her right arm around Joey's neck, to avoid dropping the water bottle and letting go of his hand.
Their lips parted. "I'll uh, see you after the show!" Heather told Joey before making her way back to the wings, leaving the water bottle next to the kit. When she looked back, her drummer boy was already crashing the symbols, initiating the next song.