54 Panic at the Festival

I literally froze in place.

Did I hear her right or had I just misread her lips from all the noise that banged around us?

"What do you mean they are coming to Coachella?!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs as there was no chance of the crowd becoming quite enough for us to clearly hear each other.

Becky looked out to the stage where the boys had continued on to a new song, and she shook her head as if she was having second thoughts – or perhaps regrets – that she came with them instead of who our parents provided us to bring with.

"Let's get out of here for a while!" I told her.

The crowd was wild and it will probably take us about more than just a few minutes to wade through the sea of people. I grabbed on to Becky's arm and dragged ourselves out of the tent to have a talk about our current dilemma.

"Becky, we can't have mom and dad on our tails!" I said. "We need to find a way to dissuade them from coming."