Kolorit

Chapter 1.

12th June,1989.

"So are you ready for this?"
"I'm more than ready! I've been waiting for this moment since like,ever!" I answer entering the stadium.
We approach the security guy and hand him our tickets.
'Floor,row F,seats 14 and 15' he mumbles ripping a part of the ticket and handing us the other half.
"Row F-straight at the end of this hall and left. Enjoy your show" The buff,serious looking man says,slight smile breaking  his hard facial features. We nod at him and start walking towards the end.
The massive white hall is filled with shrieks and whimpers of excited people,young and old. As the crowd is getting bigger,the air is getting thicker,stuffed with cigar and pot smoke. What else would I expect from a concert like this? Just a bunch alternative people here to have fun and testify the biggest legends ever preforming in this very city.

I look up at his eyes and his lips curve in a smile as he throws his arm around my shoulder and pries me closer to his warmth. I sigh and smile,thanking the universe for a guy like him yet again.
We arrive at the end of the hallway to the big metal door at the left with large 'F' written on it. I push him against the door and look around if anyone is near. A huge plug appeared where the security guy is,since some guys tried to enter with fake tickets and now are making a scene. Interesting how they care so much about a few tickets,but nobody gives two fucks about obvious drug and alcohol use on public places. Not that i'm complaining.
I turn back to him,greeting a large smile on his face. He pulls my chin up to his lips,but not kissing me.

I giggle and connect our lips,letting myself slip in a deeper kiss,since we have a few minutes left until a situation with tickets clears up.
I pull away and peek at what's happening, the guys ain't having it and started a fight with the security dude.

I look back at him and step on my tippytoes so I can reach his lips,according to his height.

He gladly accepts my kiss as I run my tongue across his bottom lip,asking for permission to slip in. He smirks,not letting me in and squeezes my ass,giving it a light slap.
I furrow my brows and sneak my hand under his black t-shirt and twist his nipple,making him gasp in pain so I take the chance to deepen our kiss.

As we are passionately exchanging saliva,we get intruded by people walking by,silently judging us. Situation back there cleared up apparently.

We exchange looks and smirk,heading towards our row.
As we enter the half full stadium,a wild sensation of excitement rushes through my veins. The stage is empty,and so is the row next to it.
Our row is quite far from it,but only one look gave me a courage to grab his hand and rush through small crowds of people,disappearing from the security sight.
The whole place is really big,flooring seperated with waist-high metal fences,entries to the stadium guarded with 2 guards each.
Row A,right below the stage,followed by B,C and D behind it and E and F at the end. There's groups of people surrounding some fences,giving us the perfect chance to get closer.

We run to the first group,standing at the fence that seperates our row with the D.
As we shamelessly enter their little circle,they give us questioning looks.

"Now what do you think you're doing?" The big,buff guy,dressed in double denim with a bandana tied around his head asks,crossing his arms.
The others give us weird looks,and one girl walks by his side,wrapping her arm around his waist.b
She gives me somewhat competitive look,her hazel eyes barely visible from all of the makeup she wears.
Her,I assume boyfriend rests his arm on her shoulder,but obviously not the full weight as he would crush her to the ground if he did.
As they await our answer, I can't help but notice her long,brown hair,bitchy smirk and punkish outfit. Her leather jacket reaches her midthigh,again probably her boyfriend's,black converse covered in dirt and black,washed out jeans give me somewhat dangerous impression.
But yet again,I dress pretty much the same so who am I to judge. There's still something in her glare..

"Look guys,we don't want trouble,can you just give us a bit of cover so we can reach the closer row?" I ask politely.
The big guy exchanges glances with the rest of his group,while the girl never looks away from me. Creepy.

His gaze fall back on me. He gives me a slight smile.
"Sure" He answers. His girl pulls his arm so he's her level in height and whispers something in his ear.
He rises his eyebrow at her and looks in thin air as he thinks about what she said.
"I will think about it." He says out loud to her.

I look up at Mark who gives me a confused look,obviously awkward about the whole situation. I shrug and he just hugs me tighter to himself.

I cough to break the 'silence'. If I can call it that since there's more and more noise coming from people arriving.

They look back at us and make a cover around us as we approach the fence.
"Couldn't afford the A row,ay?" The girl asks,slight humor in her voice.
"In those times..who could?" Mark answers instead of me as he climbs over the fence,pulling me with him.
They give us one last smile as I mouth them 'thanks' and disappear in now crowded row.

"Geez that was weird." Mark says,looking down at me as he leads us to the final fence that seperates us from the A row.
"Nerve wrecking yeah! That girl was giving me such weird looks."
"I noticed"

The stadium is now almost full,just a few empty spaces between all the people. Situation back there took us so much time..

The stage is pretty visible from this place,but I still want closer.

The show starts in 10 minutes and I need to see them up close.

I run faster,so we get there in time. Security noticed us but apparently they don't really care. They are handling the guy in the back row that started throwing empty beer bottles around.

We slide through people and jump over the last fence in the lightning speed,finally reaching our goal. The stage is perfectly visible but I wouldn't be me If I didn't push through to the very beginning of the row,a few inches away from stage.
Well that was fuckin' easy.
I feel his arms sneak around me from behind and his bulge pressing on my ass.
"When did you find time to get hard?"I laugh.
"Well you were hot running and pushing through those little spaces. Couldn't help myself" he rests his head on my shoulder and awaits the show to start.
5 more minutes.
The adrenaline from all the running mixed with my excitement is making me shake in place.
The sound from people screaming and talking all around me is booming in my ears,the air is so thick,it's hard to breathe and him lightly nibbling my neck isn't helping.