usher approached and yeled something, but Libby couldn’t hear a word over the pounding music. The woman shined a flashlight on the ticket in Libby’s hand and gestured towards the audience. Did Libby know where her seat was?
“No,” Libby yeled back, but knew her words were lost as the deafening sounds of Jamieson pumped through the speakers.
The woman read Libby’s ticket and indicated she should folow. About fifteen rows from the stage, she iluminated the ticket for Libby and pointed out the seat number. Libby pressed her way into the row, but after she bumped and jostled past several people, she gave up and stayed where she was.
At this close distance she could feel the energy glowing off Peter. She screamed inside at the thril of being so close and knowing he wanted to find her.
# # #
Peter couldn’t see a damned thing. The intense stage lights limited his vision to about four feet past the stage. Al he could do now is hope Roger would catch a glimpse of her on the monitor as she came through. He’d given up believing in the security personnel.
They were more worried about kids sneaking in booze than finding a lone girl in the crowd.
They finished their first five songs. The energy in the amphitheater would have shot through the ceiling had there been one. Now that the storm passed, the sky shone crystal clear, and stars dotted the heavens. Peter signaled Adam to start the next number, then noticed his parents next to a waving Roger at stage right.
Peter ran to them, his heart pumping in anticipation, while Adam and Garrett vamped the opening of their next song. Please let this be good news. He looked hopefuly at Roger, not daring to ask.
“She’s here!” Roger shouted.
“Yes!” Peter shouted.
“But we don’t know where,” he continued. “Security didn’t get her seat number and she disappeared into the audience.”
“Yeah, but she’s here!” He could dance on air.
Roger shook his head. He wasn’t having nearly as much fun as Peter.
“So how do we find her? Any bright ideas, Romeo?” Roger crossed his arms over his chest.
Garrett kept vamping on stage as Adam joked with the crowd. He could always count on Adam in a pinch. His Dad looked frustrated that Peter delayed the show.
“Yeah, actualy I do. Al the ticket winners had seats from row ten to row forty. Get a couple of spotlights and start shining them on the crowd. See if you can spot her. If you don’t find her in the next two songs, we’l send Adam and Garrett out while I do my solo. The crowd wil never expect to see them roaming the aisles.
They’ve both seen Libby up close and might find her.” Roger looked doubtful, but Peter spun away, ran across the stage and slid into place between his brothers. Adam hit the chord and the next chart topping song erupted from the speakers. Now that he knew Libby was in the house, he could barely contain himself. He gave it his al. He could see the spotlights roam over the crowd but the stage lights made it impossible for him to see anyone clearly. He wasn’t worried though. She was here and they’d find her.
Between songs, he caled Adam and Garrett over and explained the plan. Garrett smacked him on the back. Adam gave a thumbs up. Oh how the brotherly love flowed.
# # #
Peter performed on stage like the magnificent god she remembered. His tal lithe body moved with amazing power and grace. She’d almost forgotten his impossible good looks. Giant screens iluminated his every step. She nearly cried as she watched his familiar movement. How could she get to him? Maybe if she waited until after the concert?
The song ended and the lights softened. Garrett and Adam left the stage. A single light shone on Peter. He picked up a guitar and softly strummed. The audience cheered as they recognized the song.
He looked introspective as he spoke to the crowd.
“You may have heard that I’ve been trying to find a special someone from my past.”
Her heart beat wildly. He was talking about her. She wanted to yel ‘I’m right here!’ but the fans roared. They al knew about his search.
A huge smile filed his face. “Wel, she’s here tonight.” The masses thundered their approval.
“Libby, I know you’re out there. I can feel it. Where are you?”
The sound of Peter speaking her name nearly brought her to tears. She wanted to shout out, but the cheering audience made