Your plane had arrived only an hour ago. You were playing at the Aragon, supporting NoFX. The thought of playing with such a talented band sent waves of excitement through your body, but there was another reason you were so excited. Tonight would be the night you meet your lover. A few days ago you had mailed a ticket and backstage pass to me so I could get into the sold out show you were playing.
When I arrived at the venue, your band was already blasting tunes throughout the converted theatre building. You had asked me to dye my hair to distinguish me from the other punks in the crowd. I stepped into the circle of punks on the main floor, fitting in perfectly. My ox-blood combat boots, blue asphalts, my recently purchased Big Day Out shirt, and my hair down. Walking toward the front of the stage, you got a glimpse of me. From the second you saw my hair, blue with red streaks, you knew your beauty had arrived. I stood in the crowd throughout your set, becoming aroused imagining the wonderful predicament we had set up together for months.
Big Day Out finished its set and you walked off the stage, grabbing a towel and a bottle of Evian. I stayed in the crowd to watch NoFX play their first few songs. Too impatient to watch any longer, I put my backstage pass around my neck and watched to where security blocked passage. I flashed my VIP pass, got through the crowd of BDO groupies, and slipped into your dressing room where I knew you would be waiting for me.