The patron was in ecstasy when the big breasted singer smiled meekly at him. Her top was stretched taut and damp with sweat. The large bouquet of flowers he had in his hands, now in hers. He was in love.
For not a second where they eyes met, waves of tingles surged through his body. Twinkling stars filled his eyes. It was glorious, divine and imprinting.
Almost immediately, the helper took the bouquet off the singer and guided her elsewhere to a waving teddy bear.
He stretched to look for her glow amongst the ocean of frenzy. She was gone.
