Sarah and Thom run away for a weekend to an Italian music festival. They get more than they bargained for, and along the way, they discover adventure, romance, and one hell of a good time.
"It's not supposed to feel this way, I need you, I need you, more and more each day-ay." I bellowed Avril Lavigne to the sound of Thom's guitar. I smiled sideways at him as I sang.
"Tell me why." I finished, collapsing into the seat beside Thom.
"You were good," he told me. I nodded from beneath my water bottle, acknowledging his compliment.
"So my uncle e-mailed me this website..." he went on. His uncle was a huge supporter of our music. "It's for a music festival he thought we should enter. And Angelbreath is playing there," he named my favorite band, as if the idea wasn't enough. "But it's in Italy."
I thought about this for a minute. "So we take a plane and a few taxis. No big deal." It wasn't like we'd never snuck off before.
He chuckled. "I thought you'd say that. He says he knows a few people overseas, and he might be able to hook us up, save us hotel costs." I squealed and hugged him.
"This is going to be the best."