Francesca's face lit up the second Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her seat. As the two made their way down the VIP stairs she'd notice Darian catching a glimpse of them - and waved in his direction before quickly disappearing into the crowd on the main floor.
Despite the number of people now crowding around the stage the two of them still managed to push towards the front of the crowd, and as the beat dropped Francesca threw her hands up in the air and swayed to the music.
After several minutes Francesca would look over towards Ben and smile at the fact that he was seemingly having a great time.
"He's amazing isn't he??" she'd say to Ben as she leaned in close to his ear.
Throughout the hour long set Francesca would occasionally wrap her arm around Ben's neck as she jumped along to the music. The smile on her face never left and the adrenaline pumping through her veins kept her at 100% during the entire performance.
It was always amazing to her how quick these hour or two hour long performances flew by, and as Armin closed out the set with a hard fast tempo track she'd notice Darian, Cara Delevingne, and company making their way on stage with a few club staff members.
"Give it up for Armin van Buuren!" announced the Club Manager as soon as the song ended, thrusting his camera high up into the air. "Who wants to be in our picture, let me hear it!!
The crowd went wild as the club's manager had everyone on stage line up in front of the crowd below them for a picture.
Francesca grabbed Ben's hand and once again leaned in close to his ear "How would you like to be in a picture with Armin van Buuren and Cara Delevingne??" she asked with a smirk on her face, before turning and tapping the same security guard who had let her and Ben in originally on the shoulder.
"Hey! We wanna get in on that please!!" she yelled out over the roar of the crowd as she pointed towards the small group of VIPs on stage, and within seconds the guard was helping her over the barrier and onto the stage.
Once on the stage she'd wait for Ben to make his way up before walking over towards Darian - who quickly introduced her to Cara and the rest of his party. But she was far more interested in shaking Armin van Buuren's hand, and as soon as the club Manager made his way on top of the DJ booth to take the picture Francesca made sure to stand in the middle of Armin and Ben - with her arms Armin's neck and Ben's waist.
"On the count of three I wanna see the crowd's hands in the air as we take the best fucking picture of the night!! 1, 2, 3!"
As soon as the picture was snapped the small group on stage let go of one another, and after a few one on one pictures Armin would respectfully excuse himself and the rest of them would make their way off stage. However as soon as they hit crowd-level again Francesca purposely pulled Ben away from Darian and the others - not really in the mood to hobnob with them.
"That was crazy, we have to remember to check their facebook and website for the pictures later." Francesca said as she found herself leaning into Ben. The alcohol, thick air, and exhaustion from jumping around for an hour was getting to her, and as the Manager made the last call over the speakers Francesca was more than happy to oblige. However she couldn't help but chuckle at the way he chose to close out the night:
"You don't have to go home, but you sure have to get the hell out of here!"
"Come on, we can call the car service from outside. No worries about the Vodka tab, that's part of the perks of being a promoter."
The tipsy Francesca smiled as she nudged Ben then held onto his arm with one hand as she pointed to towards the exit with the other.
"I might need you to walk me back to my place, if that's alright with you?" Francesca suggested with a small giggle, as they - and others- where filed out the front doors.