Minerva POV

Being here with Martin at 6 in the morning is one of the most exciting experiences I've ever felt on my skin. It's very pleasant knowing that there are still caring and loyal guys in this world. Oh, well... There's this one at least.

Martijn is holding me in his arms to heat my body. He offered me his hoodie, but people here is starting to wake up to get to the bathroom or to go for a morning run.

Martijn must stay with his head covered....

I hear the zipper of our tent door being opened. Christina puts her head out.

"Hey, there you are! I was worried!"

"Hey Chris... We went to the bathroom, but the sunrise was too beautiful to go back under our blanket"

"Yeah you're right.... Did you sleep well Marty?" Christina asks Martin.

"Yes. That wasn't bad at all. We slept for two hours but that felt like ten!"

"Yes, definitely" I reply too.

"Good. Well... I'll get back to sleep" she says, getting back into our plastic mansion.

A few moments later, Martijn's phone starts to ring.

As he takes his phone out of his pocket, he mumbles 'shit..'.

"I'm sorry, I have to answer" he excuses himself pressing the green dot on the screen.

"Hello?.... Yes Louis.... Yes don't worry I'm ok..... Yes, the tents field.... Oh, ok I'll be out in 15 minutes.... That's OK. Bye"

Ending the phone call, he says "they are coming to pick me up. I have to go"

"Well, you will have to get ready for your show of this evening"

"Oh, how do you know that I have also this evening's show?"

"I checked, my friend"

"You are smart, my friend"

Smiling widely, I hug Marty holding his head with my right hand, and he does the same, scratching my scalp.

"Martijn.... I think you should go, you know....."

"I do too. I hate leaving a person like that...."

"Oh that's ok, you promised another hug anyway"

"And I now promise a backstage pass for all of you guys.... As a present for your hospitality"

I split my eyelids open, realizing what he just said.

Oh. My. Godness.

"You... You really want to.... You.... Reallyyyy?"

He laughs, telling me
"Hahaha.... You look like it's Christmas!"

"Isn't it Christmas today?" I say hugging him another time.

"Not yet"

Since he has to be out of the festival in ten minutes, he gets back in my tent to take his jeans and change into them.

"Do you mind me changing in front of you?"

"As soon as you don't get completely naked..."

He giggles, turning around and taking off the sweatpants that Chris lent to him. I can see that his white boxers are quite tight on the back, making the view a lot more interesting.

Then he pulls up his skinny jeans, which hug his back tightly too. I cannot say that he doesn't have a great ass....

"Here we go...." he says closing his pants and pulling down the hoodie that he has been wearing all night.

"So.... Ready to go then..." I ask him rhetorically.

He nods, putting his feet into his Adidas shoes.

"This was one of the most beautiful days I have ever had Miné. Thank you"

"Thanks to you.... I can't wait to see you again, tomorrow maybe... " I tell him to say goodbye to him.

"I can't wait to have another chat with all of you. Really, I'll miss being a normal guy for one night"

"You can always come back and sleep with us... Hahaha"

"This sounds great"

There are a few moments of silence between us, but I don't know what to say.
I sincerely hope that we'll meet again for real, but a part of my brain still thinks that Martin will disappear from my life forever.

"So, this is a goodbye...." I say.

"That's a promise"

We hug for the last time and then he walks toward the exit, turning around at the end to wave at me.

I wave back, and he disappears, leaving me with the hope of really seeing him again.

I somewhat forgot that he promised me the backstage passes, but I think that he wasn't that serious.

[...]

9.00 AM.

"Miné.... You have to tell me everything!"
This was the girls' reaction as soon as I told them that I slept with Martin fucking Garrix.

"First of all.... Nobody has to know this. Second..... We just chatted about life and slept. Nothing much"

"Is he sexy???" Sam asked me.

"He's handsome. OK???"

Our laughs are interrupted by my phone ringing.
Who's that?

Taking my phone out of my jeans pocket, I stare at the screen at the sight of the word 'Martijn' as the ID.

Smiling, I answer.

"Martijn?"

Everyone in the group stares at me blankly.

'Minerva.... Hello!'

"Hi dear. You OK?"

'Yes, everything OK. I just need your names to give you the All Access pass....'

"Holy fu.... So you were serious!"

'I'm always serious about what I say, my friend'

"Oh, so... Well, I'll send you a message then...."

'Please, do it in ten minutes, I'm arriving now in the backstage area where the organizers are'

"Yes Martijn. And thank you. Really. From everyone"

'Thanks to you. See you soon!'

"Yes, sure. Bye!"

I end the phone call and everyone is looking at me.

"Was that him?" Jessica asks me.

"Yes, it was him..."

"And.... What did he say?"

"Just write your full name on this message. Everyone of you. This is important! You will find out later"

I quickly type a message to him, starting to write a list with all our names.
My phone passes in everyone's hands, making it 16 names.

Double checking the names I press 'send'.

A few moments later Martijn calls me again. I answer, of course...

"Hey...."

'Hey! I'll be waiting for you at the STMPD stage. We'll give you the electronic pass'

"OH ok we'll try to hurry up.... See you!"

I almost scream 'Everyone has to be ready in five minutes!!!'

But, of course, thirty seconds later we are ready to go.

I decide to wear my cutest shorts and my brand new shoes. Not a great place to wear them but who cares...

Am i cute? Yes, I am....pffff Hahaha

[...]

As we approach the stage from the left side, I can spot a young blonde man waving at us. That's not Martijn, but I'm sure that he wants us to come towards him.

"Why the heck are we going there?" Sam asks.

And as soon as I tell them that Martin promised us the all access pass, the whole group freaks out.

And I do too, when I finally see Martijn reaching the gate and opening it to come and hug me.