Candid Photos from Glastonbury

The highlights were in the crowd, not on the stage!

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I had first spotted the singer online, his voice caressing the lyrics with soulful anguish that matched my own moods. For months, I watched every interview, memorizing his preferences in girls. Tall, long red hair, curves for days. I hid my mousy brown locks under wigs, practiced walking in heels. But it wasn't enough.  

That's when I saw the advert. A chance for complete transformation, if I was willing to take a leap of faith. I showed up to the clinic the next day, scared but determined. The doctor asked few questions, instead showing me a dizzying array of before and after photos. I pointed to the woman with perfect D-cup breasts, round and high. "Those," I said.   

The surgery passed in a haze of pain and nausea. But when the bandages came off, revealing my new shape in the mirror, tears sprang to my eyes. I was beautiful - the kind of girl who catches rockstars' eyes.  

My skin soon adjusted to the weight of my new breasts, swelling and stretching to accommodate them. I trained my back and shoulders to adjust for the new center of gravity. Clothes that once fit hugged my chest too tightly now. Strangers' eyes followed me, their gazes lingering.   

Months passed as I stalked the band online. I styled my hair long, practicing my pout in the mirror. Finally, the concert dates were announced. I arrived at dawn to line up, ignoring the hunger pains in my stomach and the ache in my back. This was my chance, and I wouldn't let discomfort deter me.   

As the band took the stage, adrenaline pumped through my veins, muting the discomfort. I threw myself into dancing and singing along, my implants jiggling only slightly with each movement. Then he locked eyes with me, smiling as he sang the love song he had once written for a long-lost flame. I smiled back, willing him to see me, to choose me.   

Our gazes held for a magical moment. Then the song ended, and he looked away. But it doesn't matter. For one perfect moment, I had his attention - and that, for now, is enough. I'll be here again next concert, and the one after that. I'll be bigger next time too. I'll keep following this band until he sees truly sees me - the girl I became for him.