I can feel my heartbeat start to quicken.
Faster, faster, and faster even. The crowd in front of the stage rumbles a restless sound as teenagers mingle, roiling in the smells of old smoke and hot redneck. My lips feel dry, so I lick them. We're all waiting, waiting, waiting. They try to satisfy the crowd's music thirst with Train and Brett Eldredge, but it's not live and it's not Hunter Hayes. A few people sing along and dance, but nobody's really listening. Most of them down below are starting to get antsy.
From way up here in the nose-bleed section of the grandstand I squint down at the stage. There's a guy in black who looks young and blondish and like a twenty-one year old country star.
"Is that him?" I shout to Rachel. She shakes her head and clears her throat before she replies.
"No. If it was there'd be more screaming."
"You sure?" I start, but then comes the beat of a drum and a thundering of guitar strings so loud my heart skips a beat and then beats twice in the time of one. Spotlights dash across the crowd and the young girls scream. I smile. The waiting's over and he's coming up the stairs.
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