UNDO

// 2 //

It wasn't a long trip from the Hofstra campus. The traffic was horrible though. Lila kept getting irritated at how loud I was blasting The 1975 tunes while my convertible's rooftop was down.

It was packed. Like they were giving away free stuff. It was almost 7pm, show time, and Lila suddenly ran over in the opposite direction from our seats.

"Lila come back! Where are you goi-" I tried to scream to her.

"Don't worry! Go on!" and then she disappeared.

She probably had some guy clinging to her. Finally she's letting go of responsibilities like I want her to. She's too uptight sometimes.

I awkwardly made my way to the second row in the front. It was just about to start. The teenage screams got louder and louder.

There he is.

Matty.

God, he looks so much more beautiful than any picture on the Internet could capture. Adam, George, and Ross headed on stage and proceeded to take their place carrying their instruments.

I was hyperventilating.

I couldn't believe I was actually here in the same room, breathing the same air, as my all time favorite band in existence.

"Hello everybody, nice crowd innit?" Matty said so cutely into the microphone like he's never played for anybody in the world.

"You ready?!" George screamed from behind his drum set. He received a thousand screams, including one from myself, and I had already forgotten about Lila.

~~~

**Middle of the concert**

"Alright this next song," he took a swig of whatever he was drinking, "has a long ass intro. Feel free to show me some of your best dance moves."

I had no problem dancing. I had been doing it so much the entire concert that I could feel myself start to ache; I continued dancing anyways.

I was swinging my hips, waving my hands, and really getting into the groove. I lost track of everything. It was just me dancing to the intro in my bedroom. I lost track and got a little bit surprised when Matty started singing and the intro was over.

"Sorry darlin- Well I only brought three like a told you before, you gonna have to ask about" He must've seen my reaction and I felt so humiliated.

~~~

*Shortly After*

"Some of those dance moves," he took another swig, "Some of those dance moves lead me into this next song I wrote some time ago about a girl I saw one time."

He took another swig, "A girl who umm -for lack of a better word- can't dance."

I heard them start "She Way Out" and suddenly realized he may have been acknowledging me. He's playing this song because I, Tessa Marie Marksen, can't dance?! I'll show him. I'll show him he's wrong.

I starting singing and busting out dance moves no ones ever seen before. I was swinging my hips so erratically, but so erotically, to the song that no one could stop me now.

I could feel his eyes on me and he giggled out the lyrics a couple of times.

"You know you had me," he took out a lighter and cigarette, "I thought some of you really couldn't dance, but you guys got me."

The whole crowd cheered and roared. This was by far the best night of my life.

~~~

*After the concert*