AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following account is fictitious and the author of this story has no relation, sexual or otherwise (although the author certainly wishes for it) with Sydney Seriota or any of the subjects of this story.
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It was late at night, easily after midnight as the concert wrapped up. The masses were pouring out of the theater, the massive smell of body odor and booze wafting through the air. I got caught up in the massive crowd as we fought our way into the main lobby and the entrance to get out of the concert arena. Outside I finally got some air before I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, sir," started the man's voice as I turned to look at the small man dressed in black with a headset on. "You've been randomly selected to meet the band." I looked at him in shock as I pointed at myself. He nodded and opened a gate nearby which took me back around the area. I followed him as we entered some winding hallways into a backstage room. Echosmith's name was written on the doorway as the stagehand knocked.
"Come in," said a girl's voice from behind the door. I knew immediately it had to be Sydney. The stagehand unlocked the door with his key and let me inside. "Enjoy it," he said as I walked in.
The door shut behind me as I looked around, plenty of decorations and costumes were thrown messily around as I did. In front of the large mirror on the left side she sat. Sydney was on a director's chair, her red hair with blonde tips wrapped up in a ponytail wearing a pink pajama top with matching bottoms. I remembered reading on her social media she liked to be in pajamas after a show, but to see it in person was just incredible.
Sydney smiled as she stood up, heading my direction.
"Hey! Sydney, but I bet you already know that." she said as I reached out my hand to shake hers. She instantly put it down and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me. "I'm a hugger, sorry" she laughed as she motioned me to the couch. My tan band shirt was already sweaty from the heat of the concert and my hair was a mess. My jeans seemed normal but I wasn't sure. I was a mess for sure, but I wanted to savor meeting Sydney. I sat down and she ended up sitting right next to me, I tried to hide it but I couldn't help looking down her small, slender body. I looked down and noticed her tiny feet sticking out of her pajama pants. I looked back up as Sydney was looking at me.
"So how was the show? You liked it right?" She said as she smiled, her green eyes looking straight at me. I nodded.