Theirs were covered in tattoos.
Her’s were covered in notes.
Notes written in blue ink by her hand.
Everything was scrawled - what they wore, the how they stood, the colour of their eyes staring out into the sea of adoring fans. The charisma that they expelled over the crowd. No beat would go un-noted.
For this moment was not meant to be fleeting, but documented and felt many times over again in the future, right down to the gritty floor and bright lights shining down through her lashes and hitting her eyes.
