Her husband didn't come to the show. He figured they could stand to save money and he didn't listen to as much of Pink Ray's music as she did...either way, she wound up alone in a sea of concertgoers, moving in time with the undulating music.
Paige had been happily married to her husband Zach for a couple years, but had recent embraced her bisexuality. She hadn't come out in any traditional sense, but she'd talked to Zach about it and he was kind and supportive. It made her wet to think about women touching her where he did, with their soft lips and hands.
She swayed in time with the bassist's rhythm, totally absorbed by the music she loved filling the space around her. Her eyes closed gently as the lights spun around, covering the room in shades of red, yellow, and purple.
She sensed the presence of another even before she felt the fingers on her shoulder. Even in the crowded room, the touch felt intentional in a way that made her spin around. A woman stood before Paige: tall and willowy, with jet black curly hair that hung about shoulder length.
"Hey," she said. "I'm Rachel. Can I buy you a drink?"
Paige felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. "Oh, I'm married, my husband just isn't here tonight,"
Rachel seemed undeterred: "Why did he leave a stunning girl like you by yourself at the Pink Ray show?! Doesn't he know only hot people listen to Pink Ray?!"
Paige laughed. "So true. Everyone here is gorgeous."
Rachel smiled, "YOU are. So, that drink?"
"Whiskey sour, please..." Paige said tentatively.