Today was his band's big day and I bounced a little on my feet as I waited for him to bound up onto that stage. As I stared past the few rows of glistening people in front of me to an empty stage, a nervous energy flooded into me. I rolled up the short sleeves of my black-as-night shirt, then went to work tying a knot above my bellybutton, just like MaryAnn from Gilligan's island.īut then I smiled, remembering why I was wearing it and what I was doing in this crowd of sweaty bodies. As I glanced up at the cloudless, azure sky, the midday sun hit me square in the eye, blinding me. Sweat poured down the back of my t-shirt and I momentarily cursed my fashion choice. I'd smacked more hands off of my butt in this one afternoon than in the entire time I'd been at Pete's bar. It was even more revolting when some of those strangers decided that being crammed together in a group like we were, gave them the freedom to invade my personal space. It was a little revolting to have strange people rubbing up against my body. As I was smashed into and bumped up against, I felt that heat in the skin of every person that touched me. Since I'd only been here a little over a year, I took the kind man's word for it. According to the channel four weatherman, it was the hottest summer on record in Seattle.
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