Cry For You (Fallen Star #2) Read Free Page B

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    He lunged for me again and I backed away.
    He had hold of the lanyard but he couldn’t get it off me. Not without a knife. And he had no knife. I pulled back until he let go.
    "I'm getting security." He looked serious.
    Bloody hell. I ran. I ran for my life. I had to get away from his evil hipsterness. Hipsters never understood true fan devotion. They never knew real love. They only cared about being cool and wearing flat caps. I'd worked hard all day and I'd be buggered if he was going to take my hard-earned access pass off me.
    I dodged through people who just hung around getting in the way and knocked through a group of stoners.
    I ran out the exit then realised there was no escape. I'd got a lift there with Fred and the festival grounds were way up the country, nowhere near any kind of civilisation. I could try to hitch a ride with someone going back to the city but most of the bands had cleared out already and there was only the crew around. I didn't want any crew ratting me out to the security guys. Bloody hell, how would I get back to the city or even that one horse town we’d come through?
    The only thing around was bush. I had no idea where Fred was and I wasn't waiting around to get caught. I headed to the trees. I huddled down, shaking with fear that they'd find me. The ground was muddy and damp so I couldn't sit down. I was totally hidden from view and I didn't think he'd look for me off in the trees. I could just see the car park and I could keep an eye on his car. When he left, I'd come out from hiding.
    Hell. I'd left my handbag in the taco van with my money and keys in it. I didn't actually have much money and I'd taken out all my important stuff at home in case some shithead tried to steal it while I was hard at work. I did have a hoodie in there though and it was getting cold now I'd left the warmth of the taco grill. I leaned against the trunk of a tree.
    Next thing I knew, I woke up and it was dark. All that working on my feet and running had taken it out of me. Who the hell would even think you could sleep leaning up against a tree. Fred's car was gone, so that was one thing, but then so were most of the other cars in the parking lot.
    Bugger me dead. What could I do?
    I went back to the festival gates. Thank heaven they were still open. I just flashed my pass and got back inside. No one even gave me a second look. The taco van was locked up so I couldn't get in there to get my stuff.
    All the bands had those enclosures set up in that rabbit warren of an area. I wandered around it until I found an enclosure that looked promising. There was heaps of rubber matting sitting around so I stacked it up to make a mattress, then I got some tarps to use as covers. It wasn't the most comfy bed but I could hide out until daylight. Sweet Jesus, they'd even left behind some food and beers. I didn't feel bad about stealing it because the bands all got free food anyway.
    I woke up at sparrow's fart and tried to blend in. I didn't want Fred seeing me. I had hours to kill before FORSAKEN came on so I just wandered around backstage, looking like I knew what I was doing. I even used my pass to get free food. What a sweet deal.
    I debated getting up to watch bands before FORSAKEN came on so I’d be set up for them but didn’t want to be too obvious. I was still paranoid about getting sprung so I waited.
    When FORSAKEN came on to play, I rushed up to the side of stage with everyone else. I missed the start because there were so many people trying to crowd up the steps. Everyone working on the festival roster wanted to catch this show. All jumping on the bandwagon now. At least I could blend in with them all.
    There were about 200 people crowded to the side of the stage. Security kept telling people to get back but there was nowhere to go but forward.
    I got almost to the front of that crowd. That red-haired bitch was in front of me though. She didn't even seem to be that into it. Didn't know the words of the songs.