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A Little Bit Chilly

Fifteen

As I was stumbling off the stage, my eyes caught sight of that Austin kid running past with his drumsticks in hand.

He jerked his head to the side so his bangs moved out of sight, and kept running. He was wearing only pants and Vans, and covered in sweat. I guessed he was running late for the Silence set.

I decided, that maybe, I should go watch them do their thing.

I wasn't into that hardcore...metal...screamo (Whatever! Don't judge!) stuff, but I had heard good things about Silence of the Unwritten Beast. And I hadn't been to a show yet.

I decided I would pack up the gear, grab a water bottle, and try to get into the pit. If they'd allow me in, even though they should because of my expert qualifications.

"Alex, come on," Jack shouted. I was lingering halfway towards the gear tent, staring off towards the direction Austin had gone.

I began walking again, and removed the guitar from my shoulder.

Instantly, I could feel my shoulder and back cool as the strap was removed and I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn't take too much more of that insane heat. It was horrible.

Crew members began hauling back bits of the drumset, Rian dragging his kick behind them. I sat down on a folding chair and closed my eyes. But I smiled. I was eternally happy with my career. It was the most amazing feeling ever, standing up there and looking down on all those expectant faces.

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Fifteen minutes later, we were allowed to leave, roam, eat. Jack was scheduled for an interview that I narrowly escaped.

I was hungry and hot, but I was ready to watch Silence of the Unwritten Beast perform.

They had just begun their set by the time I got into the crowd. It smelled horrible, and all around me where screaming girls and fat men.

I felt sorry for them. They did this every day, while I sat on stage and laughed.

But, I could see Nikki running around on stage up front. And she was fucking crazy.

"Shield your eyes
There's a level of destruction I can't stop
Shield your eyes."


Those were the three lines I could understand out of the deep growling; though I did find that quite impressive. She was good at what she did. She had been able to accomplish something I couldn't.

I was shoved by a skinnier guy wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans, a black beanie sitting on his head.

How has he not lost it yet? I thought.

I kept moving forward, and accidentally stumbled into what appeared to be a circle pit.

"Shit, shit," I hopped out of the way as someone came flying at me, and fell onto my ass in the grass. That rhymed! I laughed at myself.

Somebody pulled me up and said, "Go get 'em, Alex!" and shoved me back into the pit. It felt like a cage match.

I guessed I didn't have any other choice but to play the game with them; so I launched myself forward towards the group of people destroying each other in the center and plowed on through.

By the time I was free, I was laughing. I had gotten punched in the gut, and slapped in the face, but I saw why they did it. It was fucking fun.

However, I was in the midst of the big pit in the center, where they were attacking relentlessly and looking a bit like idiots.

I stepped back. I wasn't going into that one, and nobody could make me.

"Alex!" Someone shouted. I was surprised to hear my name over the deafening sounds of the music onstage and the cries of the fans.

"Alex!" Another shouted.

"Alex! Alex! Alex!" My name was being carried throughout the crowd. I was the plague, and they were going to eat me.

"Surf, dude!" A guy taller than I shouted into my ear. "Come on!"

I was lifted up and thrown across the crowd, carried by their sure hands. It felt weird doing it in someone else's crowd.

I curled up, more or less, and looked to my left at the stage.

Nikki was jumping up and down in the center, the guitarists on either side of her doing the same. She was smiling big; a beautiful smile. A wonderful smile.

Then, came some kind of breakdown. All three of them stopped and Nikki flung her head down, those gorgeous brown locks following her, and head banged hard with the guitarists.

This was where Nikki was meant to be. This was Nikki in her prime.

Comments

@Camille
Well, I hope you enjoyed it too :o

stop it stop it
1/27/14

@vikturgaskarth
Staying native :) Haha & thank you! Glad you enjoyed!

stop it stop it
1/27/14

I started to freak out because you used Wisconsin and then I was crying. Great story :)

vikturgaskarth vikturgaskarth
1/27/14

I started to freak out because you used Wisconsin and then I was crying. Great story :)

vikturgaskarth vikturgaskarth
1/27/14
Just finished readign it today. I almost bursted to tears. :(
Camille Camille
6/10/13