Okay, Kate thought, Ibiza was, officially, an awesome place to be. The skies were blue, the weather was hot, and she had a backstage pass to a gig with her favourite group. So far everything had been great.
Except maybe the fact that Rob and Gareth hadn't even had the chance to unpack because that would have made them late for the show, so Kate was in her own room sorting through her clothes. To be fair, it had been pretty hilarious watching two fully grown, black skinny jean, leather jacket wearing men fumble and trip over themselves in their haste to make it to the elevator just before the doors shut.
That was something she was definitely going to remember.
Gareth had even forgotten to take Bee off of his back.
Of course her clothes were all crinkled and creased to hell – hello? she had packed in a mad rush. In the end, Kate gave up attempting to smooth the fabrics out and instead decided that it was definitely time to go and join the party.
The word party didn't quite give the atmosphere credit. Hardcore rave was definitely a better explanation she mused absentmindedly as she pushed her way through the crowds.
The club consisted of two levels, a downstairs, where everyone was dancing, and the balcony where the VIPs and dj set was. Kate headed for the stairs.
No one stopped her going up to the balcony, so she could only presume that the security had been told she was coming. Grabbing a drink from the bar as she went, she walked towards the set, stopping just behind it.
She hadn't been noticed yet, which she was glad about, because Rob had taken off his jacket and oh wow she could see skin.
Eventually, she pulled her eyes away, just as the dark haired man turned around. 'Here.' She had to shout a bit because the music was so loud as she held out the beer she had grabbed for him.
He smiled the first genuine smile she had seen him do, and he mouthed 'thanks' at her before turning around and continuing with the music. Kate couldn't help but smile too.