It’s an odd custom, yet he wants to please you and he gets caught up. These things are fun, they aren’t important to you, but you’ve never had them and he wants to make sure he spoils you with every pleasure he can. He gets you candy, takes you to the Santa Monica Pier to win you a teddy bear. You share cotton candy and get way too full on junk food, so he’s rubbing your belly on a blanket on the beach, a perched tent for you two with your favorite record. You dance barefoot in the sand with him, steal some kisses under the moonlight.
The concert is at night, sparklers, cool air. Michael.