"Bitch, do you even know him?" Lia exclaimed as we made our way to the front of the stage. The night was cool and dark and we were dressed for it. We had small glow sticks in our pockets and on our wrists to illuminate the area around us.

"I found him at the food area. Plus he's a stage hand and he couldn't even do anything weird in front of all these people," I sighed while rubbing perfume on my neck," he probably just wants to introduce me to some artists or something."

"Be fucking for real. He's probably just trying to look cool so he can get his dick wet. I bet you he doesn't even eat pussy."

"Or he's just a nice guy that wants to meet a nice southern belle." I looked at my watch. It was 8:57 and I scanned the crowd for Dave. No sign of him. The stage lights were dimmed and people around us were muttering about the band playing next. I wasn't listening to them, I was just hoping Dave didn't stand me up.

"Think about it. He probably does this in every city." She put her hand on my shoulder, "Let's just enjoy the set. What did he even look like anyway?"

"He was kinda tall, with a big tat on his wrist and he had long dark hair and he was pretty skinny." I said, my eyes quickly skipping over anyone that didn't match the description.

"I'll let you know if I see him," Lia said putting her long black hair in a ponytail,"what was his name?"

"It's Da-" The lights on the stage quickly cut on catching my attention. The crowd started screaming and jumping up and down. I felt the excitement I always had before seeing a live performance and began cheering with the rest of the audience.

I suddenly fell quiet when the band came out. I saw the same tall, dark, handsome man just spoke to me at the barbecue stand yesterday. He had a fancy, looking blue guitar, and chewed gum as he smiled and got close to the microphone. "That's him! That's the guy!"

"WHAT'S UP MEMPHIS," he hollered into the mic,"My name is Dave. This is Pat, Taylor, and Nate and we are the Foo Fighters!" The crown cheered and I made eye contact with the front man I met yesterday. He shot me a quick wink before smiling a huge evil smile. "Our name isn't Friendly Fire, or Finally Famous or some dumb shit like that! And by the end of tonight...you're going to remember THAT SHIT."

"Girl! That's Dave Grohl!" Lia screamed in my ear. I looked at her puzzled. "From the Mentos music video?" I was still confused," From Nirvana?" I thought for a second. Holy shit, I had seen him on MTV a few years ago. It was like a lightbulb went off.

A hard cord rang out from Dave's guitar and he began singing.

You make me dizzy, runninn circles round my head One of these days I'll chase you down.

The whole crowd was singing along and I was just wondering what a rockstar was doing approaching me at a music festival. He was going to disappear eventually so he probably was just passing through looking for a groupie or a one night stand.

You know you make me breakout
Make me breakout
I don't wanna look like that

He waltzed down to the edge of the stage near where I was while still singing in his gruff voice. He bent down on his knee and gave me a little giggle as I shot back a look that said "you motherfucker." He stood up and took off to the end of the large stage to keep performing.

The whole show I was enamored by his energy. He gave me a few more smirks and winks as they went on to make sure I was still paying attention. They went through a few more songs with his rough growls and soft vocals mixed in. I was impressed but still a little pissed he embarrassed me.

After the show Lia and I were taking pictures near the main stage after the guys had finished their set. I was snapping a pic of her under the Foo Fighters' logo when all of a sudden Dave ran up behind her to jump in the picture.

"Ahh!" She screamed in surprise.

"Ahhhh!!" He mocked her with a high pitched scream before laughing and handing her a beer.

"Holy fucking shit. You're Dave Grohl." She said shaking his now free hand.

"I am and you are..."

"Lia!"

"Well nice to meet you. I met your friend yesterday," he gestured towards me as I walked up to him and took the second of the three beers in his hand.

"Yeah you lied to me about who you were," I snarked drinking the bitter, cold Coors. "I mean Friendly Fire? Really?"

He looked down at me,"Well you believed me. Are you a fan now? Cause I think we just played a banger ass show."

"Fuck yeah we did!" His blonde-headed friend suddenly appeared next to him from the darkness. I couldn't really see him while they were performing but I could see the drumsticks hanging out of his back pocket and put two and two together.

"Ladies this is my main man Taylor. Taylor this is Lia and Nala." Dave introduced us and we all shook hands and greeted each other.

"I think it was pretty good. You were right about one thing though. The frontman is a dickhead."

"You don't even know, girl. I gotta share a bus with this mofo." Taylor chimed in playfully shoving him into me.  I felt the cold beer spill down my top as I groaned.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," Dave said fanning the wet spot on my chest. "I got towels and shit in the back for you to dry off."

"Yeah sure.." he took me by the wrist and lead me away from the front of the stage into a dark passageway under it. Lia and Taylor followed close behind talking about their favorite Queen songs. I couldn't believe I was actually backstage with a band at a festival. Seeing all the actual band hands and crew was almost surreal. A few people told the boys they had a good show on our way back as they responded with quick quips.

We came out of the other side back into the cool night air and walked to a large white tour bus in the back. Dave led us in and flicked on the lights before shuffling to the back. The inside was a fancy polished wood with chrome accents. Beer bottles were sitting along the tables and a pile of clothes sat neatly in a corner. Lia and I sat next to Taylor on the cool leather couch.

"It's probably a little big for you but it's dry and that's what matters." Dave came out from the bedroom and tossed me a soft cream colored t shirt. "Bathroom is that way," he pointed me down the hall. I hopped up and Lia followed me through the expensive looking tour bus.

"Girl, you think this is a two man?" She asked sitting on the closed toilet as I pulled off my wet shirt.

"They're band members so probably. They probably made a bet on who could fuck first." I giggled. I put Dave's shirt on and spun around. It ended in the middle of my thighs and looked like a pajama shirt on me. The "Led Zeppelin" on the front had faded away and there were a couple burn holes from cigarettes littered throughout.

"So...you gonna do it?" She asked inquisitively. I thought about it for a second. I may never get this chance again but it may be for the best. I mean a one night stand with a rockstar? It would be a good story in 20 years.

"Are you?" I said hanging up my wet shirt in the bathroom. I sprayed a bit of expensive-looking cologne on myself before fixing the flyaways in my hair.

"Nah. Taylor's cute and all but I'm more of a bassist girl myself. But I'll gladly keep him company if you wanna get it on with Mr Grohl over there."

I laughed,"nah, but tonight has been fun so far." We left the bathroom and found the boys whispering mischievously on the couch. They had put on a horror movie I had seen in theaters a year or two back with Freddie Prinze Jr.

"Yo, why do girls always go to the bathroom together?" Taylor piped up,"like how is it not crazy weird."

"I mean you guys piss in front of each other all the time." Lia responded sitting next to Taylor on the brown couch. I went to the other side and sat next to Dave who had his feet up on the small table. When I sat he slid his body closer to mine until our hips were touching.

"Touché." Dave laughed as he attempted to put his strong arm around my waist. I purposefully didn't move so he gave up after a few seconds. "You wanna get outta here?" He whispered in my ear.

"And go where?"

"Roof?" He asked pointing up to the skylight on top of the large bus.

I sat and thought for a moment. The stars were pretty.

"Sure."