Two Kids, No Consequences
Therapy
I rush home from what seemed to be the longest day of work ever. I fly through the front door running into a very grumpy John.
"Why are you in such a rush?" John snapped at me.
"Well I have plans tonight. I met this band at work today and they wanted me to come out to their show." I stammered, feeling ashamed.
"Did you forget we were going to talk about the cigarettes today?" He accused me angirly.
"Can we talk about it while I get dressed? Please baby?" I beg.
John's eyes flash with the most intense anger I have ever seen come from him. For a split second, I thought he was going to strike me. Instead, he grabbed his keys, and slammed the door behind him without a single word.
I sat there in silence for a second in disbelief. He rarely ever gets that mad. I decided to let him go calm down and I would still go to the concert. I run into my room and get ready. I decided on black leggings, a pink crop top, and combat boots. I throw my hair up into yet another messy pony tail and do my makeup. I fly out of the house with my phone, wallet and keys. I start the car and realize I don't have my backstage pass. I run back inside, grab it, and punch the address into my phone's GPS.
I arrive there about 20 minutes later. I had to park 3 parking lots away because all the others were filled. I trot up tp the venue realizing how large of a band this was. I wonder how many girls would have killed to be in position earlier today.
I show the guard my pass and enter the venue. I am immediately surrounded by high school girls with funky colored hair and beaded bracelets up to their elbows. Immediately, I was overcome with sadness as I realized that is exactly where I wanted to be at their age. I made my way to the backstage area and realized I missed the first 2 bands. It wasn't a big deal to me concidering I was really only there for Alex.
The lights dimmed and the crowd began to chant "All Time Low" repeatedly. Next thing I knew, Alex and three other guys came bounding onto the stage, clearly full of energy and ready to start the show. All of a sudden I hear Alex's voice sing "Long live," and the crowd finished his sentence with "the reckless and the brave." I immediately got chills as I realized how passionate both the teens, and the band were. It was like they were feeding back and forth off of each others energy. I watched in awe as the band bounced around the stage, giving out so much energy. The crowd gladly returned it by moshing, jumping, and screaming their lungs out. They were truly an outstanding band. They made me laugh harder than I had laughed in a long time. I felt so happy for everyone in that room. There was a certain energy in the room. It was like everyone loved each other because they were all there for the same reason, the same band.
At one point, I could have sworn I saw Alex make eye contact with me and smile a little bigger. But it was probably just me imagining things.
After about 7 songs, the lights dimmed and a spotlight shone on Alex and his acoustic guitar. He strummed the first three chords and immediately everyone was screaming. It was as if every single person in that venue felt the same about this song. It was some song that Alex was singing with such passion about being a walking travesty. I felt as if he was telling us his personal story.
He strummed the final few chords and said "Thank you for coming we are All Time Low." As soon as he said that, I tried to fight my way back to the merch table and purchase every CD I could. I bought "Don't Panic" and "Nothing Personal". I drove home with my windows down blasting that final song he sang on repeat. Something about this song really stood out to me.
I got home and changed into my pajamas, humming the song. I fell asleep humming the tune in an empty bed, as usual. But for once, I wasn't upset about being alone.
"Why are you in such a rush?" John snapped at me.
"Well I have plans tonight. I met this band at work today and they wanted me to come out to their show." I stammered, feeling ashamed.
"Did you forget we were going to talk about the cigarettes today?" He accused me angirly.
"Can we talk about it while I get dressed? Please baby?" I beg.
John's eyes flash with the most intense anger I have ever seen come from him. For a split second, I thought he was going to strike me. Instead, he grabbed his keys, and slammed the door behind him without a single word.
I sat there in silence for a second in disbelief. He rarely ever gets that mad. I decided to let him go calm down and I would still go to the concert. I run into my room and get ready. I decided on black leggings, a pink crop top, and combat boots. I throw my hair up into yet another messy pony tail and do my makeup. I fly out of the house with my phone, wallet and keys. I start the car and realize I don't have my backstage pass. I run back inside, grab it, and punch the address into my phone's GPS.
I arrive there about 20 minutes later. I had to park 3 parking lots away because all the others were filled. I trot up tp the venue realizing how large of a band this was. I wonder how many girls would have killed to be in position earlier today.
I show the guard my pass and enter the venue. I am immediately surrounded by high school girls with funky colored hair and beaded bracelets up to their elbows. Immediately, I was overcome with sadness as I realized that is exactly where I wanted to be at their age. I made my way to the backstage area and realized I missed the first 2 bands. It wasn't a big deal to me concidering I was really only there for Alex.
The lights dimmed and the crowd began to chant "All Time Low" repeatedly. Next thing I knew, Alex and three other guys came bounding onto the stage, clearly full of energy and ready to start the show. All of a sudden I hear Alex's voice sing "Long live," and the crowd finished his sentence with "the reckless and the brave." I immediately got chills as I realized how passionate both the teens, and the band were. It was like they were feeding back and forth off of each others energy. I watched in awe as the band bounced around the stage, giving out so much energy. The crowd gladly returned it by moshing, jumping, and screaming their lungs out. They were truly an outstanding band. They made me laugh harder than I had laughed in a long time. I felt so happy for everyone in that room. There was a certain energy in the room. It was like everyone loved each other because they were all there for the same reason, the same band.
At one point, I could have sworn I saw Alex make eye contact with me and smile a little bigger. But it was probably just me imagining things.
After about 7 songs, the lights dimmed and a spotlight shone on Alex and his acoustic guitar. He strummed the first three chords and immediately everyone was screaming. It was as if every single person in that venue felt the same about this song. It was some song that Alex was singing with such passion about being a walking travesty. I felt as if he was telling us his personal story.
He strummed the final few chords and said "Thank you for coming we are All Time Low." As soon as he said that, I tried to fight my way back to the merch table and purchase every CD I could. I bought "Don't Panic" and "Nothing Personal". I drove home with my windows down blasting that final song he sang on repeat. Something about this song really stood out to me.
I got home and changed into my pajamas, humming the song. I fell asleep humming the tune in an empty bed, as usual. But for once, I wasn't upset about being alone.
Notes
Hellooo. Well I wrote this already about 30 minutes ago but then when I hit post I lost wifi and the entire story. Figures huh? It's kinda short but I will have another chapter on the way shortly (: Thanks for reading!Rate/Comment/Subscribe!
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5/23/13