And eventually, as the evening sun painted the festival in hues of soft lavender, the Main Stage’s lamps were lit, and the whole world seemed to whisper excitedly in anticipation.
She took my arm, laughing, and with a gentle pull, led our friends to the front, her hair catching the light from the fireside, and making her seem to glow from within.
As the band members took the stage, the audience responded with a roar that seemed to come from everywhere at once, a primal, heartfelt salute.
They strode out, confident, casual, and with an easy charm that made them seem taller, brighter, more real than a human being had any right to be, and from the first note to ring in the night sky, my eyes - like everybody’s - were mesmerised, glued to the guitarist, who seemed to hypnotise the audience, his satin black guitar both sinister and strong, had been outlined in a thick, bold silver, that caught the light like a fallen star, held captive in his long fingers.