She bought the tickets online, just before they sold out.
The concert would be his final tour. Being one of the top ten pop singers in the world, and him being her pop idol, she had saved like crazy for this coming night. The tickets were pricy, so none of her girlfriends could afford to go. That was OK, she didn’t mind going on her own, not at all. It meant that she could be among strangers, people she didn’t know, and didn’t know her. She could let her hair down. She had only been to a couple of concerts, and one of them was free, but when she did, she really liked to scream herself silly. It was all part of the fun.
That was certainly the case on the night. Her idol was on stage for almost three hours and he had sung his way through the entire evening and she had screamed and shouted along with the huge crowd without a letup. He was wonderful, and by the time the audience began to drift back out into the real world the fans were in a state of euphoria and exhaustion. She was no exception. Nearly half an hour later, on the platform waiting for the train, she was still dizzy with what she had experienced. She had so often fantasised about what it would be like to go out with him, be his girlfriend. Of course she knew there’d be a huge age difference, but that wouldn’t bother her.
On the train, she couldn’t help wondering what he was doing right at that very moment. He would have been exhausted too, but by now, where would he be? He looked so young on stage, he would still be on a high from the show and would be spending time with friends. He must have brought people with him. They were probably at some nightclub right now. He would be dancing with good looking women, and they would all be drinking Champaign. They would ask him to sing for them; yes, how could they resist asking him to get up on stage and give them a song. He would too…. These scenes played out in her mind as the packed train rattled along.
In fact, as soon as the singer got to his hotel, he removed the makeup from his face, removed his hairpiece, had a shower, swilled the prescribed mouthwash for his halitosis, rubbed the anti-toenail fungus cream around his toes, applied the medication to the warts on his leg and elbows, poured a glass of water and, working his way through the small containers on the bedside table, took all his tablets and crawled into bed.