Story 2
I fainted during a metal show. Too much heat, not enough water. I woke up lying on a bench outside the venue, someone fanning me with a pizza box. Dude had given up his spot on the front row to carry me out.
He had long hair, eyeliner, looked like a villain in a 2005 vampire movie. But he said, “Crowd got too wild. You deserved better.” Then handed me a bottle of Gatorade like it was a goblet of healing potion.
