The Concert chapter 1 part 3

 Original story written by: Marit Worms

I shook my head disapprovingly. Was he seriously expecting me to be happy with what he did? I thought it was rather rude. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can just touch a girl. You'd expect a celebrity to have more manners. I walked on towards the girls. They had to be here somewhere, right? From the corner of my eye I saw the boy following me across the stage. Irritated, I searched further. I didn't like when people looked at me like that, after all there was nothing to see. How can he actually follow me so well? Am I the only girl in here with blonde hair? The audience began to sing along with the chorus. I saw a girl crying of joy. Wow, these are real Die Hard fans… I thought to myself again. My eyes wandered looking for the girls. Where are they now? I looked around in panic when I still couldn't find the girls. Someone pulled my arm and I turned startled and looked into two familiar brown eyes that gleamed with pleasure. It was Jasmine. Red strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat. She happily took the Coke from my hands and gave the orange soda to Naomi. Then they jumped up and down and started screaming.

'Unbelievable! Yon caressed your cheek!" Naomi shouted excitedly.

"You were on the screen! It looked so romantic! As if he didn't want to let you go! I'm so jealous of you now!" Jasmine exclaimed.

"Ugh, I wish it had been one of you, that Yon would have made someone else happy with it." Naomi laughed. "Thanks for the drinks!" She turned back. The concert lasted a long time and I noticed that I started to like it more and more. I wouldn't become that hard a fan. I refused that on principle. I mean, okay, they might be famous and stuff, but to cry about it, or to write or paint their names on my body, or to wave those flags like crazy ... no, that's a bit too much for me. But I liked the music. It was cheerful, light, and you could easily go along with it. The speakers were so loud, that it made my chest vibrate. I turned carefully and took some distance from the stage. Can I still see the girls from here? After all, I'm a lot further away now. Ah, yes there they are. Suddenly someone bumped into me rather hard. I rubbed my shoulder painfully and glared at the scene that continued to the front. What an ass! He was a tall man in a black cardigan with a hood on. He raised his hand and put his vest just over an object to hide it. A restless feeling crept over me as my thoughts raged. Something's not right ... Who would put on a cardigan to a concert in the spring? And what is he doing? My curiosity got the better of me and I followed him unobtrusively forward. Frowning, I tried to focus my gaze on his hand, but the light show didn't exactly make it easy. When a great white light appeared on the platform, I saw what it was. My heart skipped a beat. He had a gun in his hand! My heart froze when I saw where he was aiming. The girls are there! Without hesitation, I pushed the people aside and ran towards the man. I grabbed his arm and pulled it down. The man was wearing a mouth cap, but his eyes glared at me.