Monday, November 28, 2011

56. Sex, drugs, rock and roll!

Thrashing and crashing around, the crowd was screaming as the band up on the stage continued to scream into their microphones. The night sky was starry and dark above the thousands of sweaty heads. The cries and guitar squeals could probably be heard from miles away. It was like a light and sound show full of wild animals.
She peered into the concert through the chain-link fence and wanted nothing more then to be there. She clung to the fence with her black nail polished fingers. In her left pocket safely nestled a bag full of pot and in the other was her precious glass pipe. Her favorite band was up on that stage, and because she spent all of her money on the pot, she was watching the concert from the other side.
The lights, the sounds, the noises, the smell of stale beer- it was all magic to her senses.
How would she get in there?
She looked around frantically and knew she had to be able to get in somehow. It was an outdoor concert; how could they possibly be able to block off the entire thing?
She bit her lip and started walking towards the gates of the concert. It was totally protected by big lugs wearing bright yellow 'CONCERT STAFF' t-shirts.She wondered if she could hop the fence on the other side and find a way in. 
An idea hitting her, she turned around to walk the other way. She knew that near the fence on the other side was a tree that she could easily jump from and land inside the concert grounds.
When she found herself at the tree, she began climbing and realized that the combat boots she was wearing wasn't helping her. It took her longer then she thought, but she kept an eye out and the area seemed to be clear.
From the top of a branch that was just above the fence, she realized that the ground was further away then she thought. However, when the band started playing one of her favorite songs, she closed her eyes and quickly jumped from the branch and landed on her feet on the muddy ground.
"Well, that was impressive." A grim voice appeared from the shadows on the other side of the fence. She turned around and saw a tall and dark figure appearing from beneath the shadow that was cast from a few tall bushes.
"Fuck off." She hissed.
His lips parted and he laughed lowly, "Beautiful and sweet. What a catch."
She exhaled sharply, "What do you want?"
He shoved his hands in his pockets, "Did I say I wanted anything?"
She heard the crowd cheer and knew she had very little time to spare, "You're bothering me and I have places to be."
"I don't think you wanna be pissing me off, hot pants." He said challengingly, "My buddy works over at the gate. I could send him a text letting him know that some little girl has snuck into the show."
Her heart was pounding in her ears as her anger rose. She clenched her fists, thought for a moment and unclenched them.
"You know." She started saying in a calmer voice and shortened the gap between them, "That really isn't necessary."
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it isn't?"
She shook her head and ran her hand through her jet-black hair,"What did you say I was? Beautiful and sweet?"
"Those are the words I used."
She shifted her weight on one hip and leaned towards him, the fence separating them, "What else am I?"
He laughed a little, "Well, you're hot as fuck."
"Well," She said with a sultry tone as they grew so close she could feel his breath on her face, "Close your eyes and I'll show you how hot I really am."
To her pleasure, the guy closed his eyes and as soon as he did, she was off like a flash. He heard him yelling as she ran off towards the concert. She ran past all the beer tents and the porta potties towards her goal.
Once she got to the mosh pit, she realized it was more wild then it seemed on the other side of the fence. She wasn't sure how she was going to get inside the crowd. So she just started pushing through with her elbows, and she certainly overestimated her strength.
"Nice try, little lady." An overweight bald guy yelled and pushed her back.
"Fuck you!" She yelled and kept pushing. The guy laughed and let her through. She started squeezing and pushing through people until she got close enough to enjoy the concert.
She was bobbing her head and enjoying the song as someone next to her tapped her.
"Wanna hit?" They asked and held up a lit joint. She instantly complied and took two big hits off of it and passed it back.
She let the smoke out of her mouth slowly and watched as it hazily rose up to the sky. She smiled and enjoyed the song.
Once the band was done with that song, they announced, "Hey, everybody, so, this is our last song!"
"FUCK!" She yelled when she realized what the lead singer of her favorite band had just announced.

4 comments:

  1. Fiction? It has the ring of fiction, but also reads as if you have experience with some of the situations, feelings, and experiences you describe.

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  2. It's mostly fiction. I did sneak into the Lynard Skynard concert over the summer with a friend... but everything else is fiction :)

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  3. Glad to hear it's fiction for your sake, sorry for the sake of Creative NON Fiction.

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  4. Yeah I'm sorry about that. Its just what I went with.

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