He’d been saving all year for the summer concert—only to lose the tickets an hour before the gates opened.
Panic began to creep through his body as he rummaged through his bag and pants pockets one by one, but to no avail. His face was pale, and cold sweat began to bead on his neck even though the afternoon sun was still shining softly.
This summer concert was no ordinary concert. It was a reunion concert for his favorite band—the band he'd grown up with since junior high. He'd even gone so far as to skip the cafeteria for months, take a part-time job on the weekends, and turn down vacation plans just for one thing: to buy tickets to this music festival.
He tried to recall, "The last time I saw those tickets... on the dining table?" He rushed to call his sister via video call. "Look under the blue glass or in the side drawer of the refrigerator!" he said, continuing to observe the line that was beginning to snake behind him.
A few minutes later, his sister called out, "Found them! But you have to hurry home." But it was impossible to get home and back to the venue in an hour. Suddenly, someone touched his shoulder.
"Are you looking for these?" A young girl stood up, holding out two tickets. “You dropped them near the parking lot earlier.” She could hardly believe it. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of relief and awe.
With a wide smile and a gasp, she accepted the tickets. “Thank you... you saved my life.” They laughed, and somehow, the sunset sky seemed even more beautiful. The concert hadn’t even started yet, but the magic had already begun.
