+PruCan+ Summer Concert part 4

As Gilbert pulled away from the kiss, his ruby eyes locked with Matthew's hazy amethyst ones. He smirked, then turned to the audience to thank them for coming. Slowly, he guided Matt back to his seat. As Gilbert turned away, Matthew could've sworn that he saw him wink...

Eventually, the lights came back on, and the crowd started filing out the doors in a slightly melancholy post-concert bliss. Matthew started heading towards the exit, when Alfred grabbed his arm and started leading him towards a tall black door near the front of the stadium's lobby.

"Al, where are we going?" Said Matt, confused.

"You seriously don't remember?" said Alfred, flashing his trademark grin. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two laminated cards. Matthew's eyes widened in recognition.

"Oh! I can't believe I completely forgot about those!" He said, snatching one from Alfred's hand to look at it.

"Aw Mattie, it's okay!" said Alfred "I'd forget too if I just got kissed by a total hottie in front of thousands of peo-"

"Alfred!" But Alfred just smiled more.

Before they reached the door, however, Alfred spotted  his friend Arthur by the exit.

"Hey Mattie, I'm gonna go surprise Artie~ Just go in without me, I'll come around later, okay? HEY ARTIE!!!"

"Bloody hell!"

Matthew giggled at his brother's antics, and made his way over to the door. He showed the tall blonde security guard his pass and he let Matthew in. He entered a long hallway lined with doors with a tall entryway at the end. Matt started making his way down the hallway, when he suddenly tripped over his long shoelaces that had come undone and went tumbling to the floor.

"Merde!" Matthew said as he tumbled down. One of the doors next to him opened, but he didn't notice. "C'est pourquoi je ne porte pas de chaussures d'Alfred ..." he mumbled, tightly re-lacing the poorly tied sneaker.

"And who might you be, mon chère? " purred a voice, quite close to his ear. Matthew squeaked and jumped back, to see Francis standing over him.

"Uh...um, well I..." He stuttered

"Wait, I remember you!" Said Francis "You were that mignon jeune homme that Gilbert brought up on stage, non? Um, Matieu, was it?"

Too shocked to say anything, Matthew just blushed and nodded. Francis took Matthew's hand in his own and helped him get up.

"Now, come on, chère, you want to meet the rest of the band, non?