Once I sat down in the seat, the tiredness from the ten-hour flight, the dizziness from waking up too early, the soreness from standing in line for merch, all disappeared. At five minutes to six, I set my phone to Do Not Disturb, slid it into my tote bag, and pushed the bag under my seat. A few audience members were still finding their places, settling down. Tick… tick… The lights dimmed. She stepped onto the stage, singing, “I’m coming for your love.” I stood up and waved my towel and shouted her name. Something salty dropped into my mouth.
Yimi Lu, born in Shanghai, now pretends to settle in Northern California. She builds code by day and disassembles herself by night. yimiwriting.com Instagram: @yimiwriting