"five, six, five six seven eight!"

wednesday felt her senses drown upon the blaring pop music, the arena's bouncing crowd and your passionate singing. how on earth did she end up here?

well, some artist was coming to town. she had known for as long as you whined about needing to get tickets more than you needed to breathe, and how you were heartbroken when last minute your friend couldn't go due to whatever benign reason you gave.

all she cared about was that infuriating, misty-eyed face. why did it disrupt her rhythm so easily? stupid, stupid.

so, solely for your protection, she decided to go to this ‘awful’ concert with you. and, looking at the woman on stage, she can see where you got your you-ness from.