Chapters (98)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Who’s Who in Anna K(in order of appearance)
- Part One
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
- XVIII
- XIX
- XX
- XXII
- XXIII
- XXIV
- XXV
- XXVI
- XXVII
- Part Two
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
- XVIII
- XIX
- XX
- XXI
- XXII
- XXIII
- XXIV
- XXV
- XXVI
- XXVII
- XXVIII
- XXIX
- Part Three
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- XVI
- XVII
- XVIII
- XIX
- XX
- XXI
- XXII
- XXIII
- XXIV
- XXV
- XXVI
- XXVII
- XXVIII
- XXIX
- Epilogue
- Author's NoteWhen Jenny Met Anna
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
- Contents
- Copyright
Walking through the main VIP area, they decided to check out the smaller stages and maybe ride the Ferris wheel before it got too crowded. As soon as they passed the white fence of the VIP lawn, Anna clutched at her brother’s arm and told him she didn’t like how crowded it was. Steven told her it wasn’t far to the VIP Rose Garden area and she would have access to shade again. He kept a firm grip on both Anna and Lolly as the wide-pupiled trio slowly made their way through the excited throng of concertgoers, many of whom were dressed in outrageous outfits and probably rolling or tripping as hard or harder than they were. There were sixty-six different musical acts performing on day one and LiviX2 was scheduled to perform at sunset on the Mojave stage. Steven’s number one priority was to see Anderson .Paak & The Free Nationals while Lolly and Anna were desperate to see Billie Eilish.
Steven stopped at a vendor and bought three waters, advising Anna and Lolly to keep hydrated. Lolly announced she needed to go to the restroom and Steven said they should wait until they got to the VIP area, but Lolly said she couldn’t. Steven pointed the girls toward the port-a-potty line and said he’d stay close by. As they stood in line, Lolly and Anna didn’t talk and held hands so they wouldn’t get separated accidentally. There were people of all ages at Coachella, some dressed in the same California desert-chic style, a sea of cutoff jean shorts and tank tops, cowboy boots, sun hats and bandanas, while others went all out with their getups, the most extreme being ass-less chaps with biker boots, but the platinum-bobbed girl in front of them had on skin-tight pink leopard-print bell bottoms and a matching halter top. Lolly told her she liked her outfit, and the girl proudly announced her mom had made it for her special to wear to Coachella. “It’s my third time,” the girl said. “It gets better and better, but the bathroom lines get longer and longer.” When Anna asked her name, the girl said Eleanor, and Lolly told her she liked her name even though they knew a girl back East named Eleanor who was way different. The girl laughed and put on a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses.