We check our pockets for what seems like the millionth time as we wait in the line with hundreds of others.

Our tickets are still there.

She backs herself against my front and I wrap my arms around her, keeping her warm from the cool, night air.

We shuffle forward together slowly as the line inches bit by bit.

The atmosphere is electric as a continual buzz sounds around us, excitement building as we stand here united in a common goal.

We're here to see the band.

Eventually we're let inside and we walk down the wide corridor, the aroma of food stalls fills the air as merchandise stalls are dotted along our way.

She begs for just a t-shirt and I happily oblige her.

Anything for my girl.

With her cherished prize clutched in her hands, we make our way down the stairs to the floor area, beyond excited at how close we are to the stage.

She puts her t-shirt on over her dress, her smile radiating with joy.

Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck.

The support band starts their set and we half-heartedly sing and nod our heads to the songs that we know.

We don't mind them and it seems the assembled crowd agrees, applauding and cheering the young musicians as they leave the stage.

The lights suddenly dim and the crowd lets out a mixture of roars, whistles and screams.

And we're right there with them.

A rock music symphony fills the arena, bright lights signalling the bands entrance.

My girl screams and jumps, her hands waving themselves in front of my face, occasionally blocking my view.

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, I'm kinda into it.

Shadows emerge from behind the lights and everyone loses their collective minds.

Singing.

Dancing.

Shouting.

Jumping.

Crowd surfing.

Beach ball throwing.

It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it.

I've never seen a crowd quite so alive and I'm so glad we travelled here to see them.

My girl turns to me, her face flushed from excitement, a smile on her face.

We both can't believe we're actually here.

It's New York baby.

We spend the next two hours immersing ourselves in the music, the crowd, the atmosphere.

Everything.

Words can't describe it.

Our bodies are constantly touching, the rush of it all turning to something else.

Something else between just us.

She turns and wraps her arms around me, pulling me down to kiss her.

I don't hesitate to return it as she presses herself as close as she can.

Her tongue invades my mouth as her hips grind against mine and I'm slightly shocked, although I know what she's like in the bedroom, she's not normally like this in public.

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it.

I'm kind of into it.

The band finishes and departs the stage, the crowd still noisy but it's from everyone talking about how much they loved it.

Hand-in-hand, we make our way back out and up the stairs, my grip on her tight so I don't lose her in the crowd.

When we finally make it outside, the cold night air greets us and we inhale it into our lungs, a welcome relief from the sweltering crowd we were just encased in.

As we walk, she suddenly pulls on my hand, pushing me against the brick wall of a small building, knocking the wind out of me as she pushes her body onto mine.

Her mouth on mine, her hands over my body as she moans against my invading tongue before sucking on it.

And now she's all over me.

Whispers of how much she wants me and can't wait to get home to have it as she tangles her hands in my hair, her breath hot over my skin.

And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it.

I'm gonna pay for this.