Coachella

April 11, 2026 · Outdoor Theatre, stage left · Saturday, golden hour

You had little gold stars painted on your nose and a cowgirl hat, and when I was melting in the heat you shared your parasol for the whole set like it was nothing. We talked about how the desert actually smells at night. I went to grab water and lost you in the crowd near the Ferris wheel — never even got your name. Long shot, but I keep hoping you're on here.