𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚

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Everyone is jumping and screaming along with the music. The concert is amazing. I'm in the front row and i can almost touch the band's feet when they come closer to the edge.
As the band say goodbye and thanks to crowd the gates at the back open so everyone can get out.  I walk to exit, I look to my left and see a blond boy waving to me with a nice smile. I want to wave back but in a blink the crowd fills my sight. I look around to see if the boy is somewhere near, but the crowd pushes me toward the exit which makes me trip. I only see feet and knees. When I'm finally on my feet again I cant find the boy that was waving so kindly.
'I want to see him again.' I think sadly, 'he looked so nice..'
When I step in my mum's car she asks: "What's wrong honey. You had fun right or did something bad happen?"
As if that sad face had never existed I answer: "No it was amazing! I could almost touch their feet so close I was."
My mum laughs: "Lucky you." She messes up my hair with her hand.
I yawn as I fix my hair: "Let's go home."

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 Waar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu