"Woohooo you're fantastic tonight guys!!", Lara shouted into Phil's ear when he came to her halfway through the show.

"I know the show is amazing!! Seems like the guys are having a great day!"

Phil grinned at Lara and for a few seconds she forgot there were about 50,000 people around them, it was just Phil and her. And something in the way he smiled told her it felt the same way to him.

The moment didn't last for long though as Phil had to make sure everything was going well when the band continued their show on the C-Stage.

"I have to go now, but you're coming backstage later with us aren't you?", Phil shouted through the screaming fans.

Lara was very surprised by that but she nodded.

A few seconds later Phil had disappeared somewhere between all the other faces.

Lara tried to get lost in the music again but she couldn't help thinking about what Phil had said earlier. After all that had happened today she was pretty sure the concert would be the end of the best day ever, but it seemed like it wasn't.

She had never anticipated seeing the band leave the stage before, but now she couldn't help her rising excitement as they started playing Up&Up.

She was just clapping and screaming at the top of her lungs with all the other fans as someone grapped her arm.

"Come on Lara!! We don't have much time!"

Lara followed Phil a bit baffled. After a few minutes they had reached the four sweaty guys who were getting ready to leave the venue.

"We're driving to the hotel, and usually we have a little drink before heading to bed!", Phil informed Lara. "Are you with us?"

"Sure!", Lara shouted still way too hyped to feel the lack of sleep kicking into her body.

A little while later she found herself in a small cozy pub where people didn't seem to notice the fact that 5 rockstars were sitting right next to them. Never in her dreams would she have thought that it could feel so normal and effortless to be talking to her idols, yet there she was, joking around and laughing with them.

But that wasn't even what made her stomach tickle the way it did. She could have sworn that she felt Phil's fingers gently touching hers under the table. Probably not on purpose. That's what she kept telling herself. But what about his gaze that always seemed to linger a little longer than necessary on her eyes? Was that in her imagination too?