It’s been about a week and a half since I last spoke to my brother. Our last conversation consisted of him finally giving me an invitation to see him after these past several years of him on tour. Don’t get me wrong, Matthew is great about calling and he’s visited us at home when he’s not on tour. BUT, He banned me from ever coming to one of his concerts in fears that his teenage sister would embarrass him or something, turning twenty one has its perks I guess.

My friend Hanna is going to be coming over to go with me to the concert, But just for the concert. After I should be going out with Matt, he even implied the band members might join us. For some reason Hanna declined, and in all honesty i’m fine with it.

I stand looking in the mirror contemplating what to do with myself for tonight. I run a hand through my hair and walk over to my closet pulling out a pair of light shorts with fringed bottoms and a sleeping with sirens band tee that I cut into a tank top, It shows my bra alittle out the sides but not so that I think it’d make Matt too uncomfortable.

Its almost 6 when Hanna comes over, dressed in an All Time Low tank top and Purple shorts, Her blonde hair lays around her shoulders perfectly. I have to admit I’m jealous, I think I’ve always wanted blonde hair, but I was given a boring dark brown, nothing I can do to it with color. Dare I bleach my hair? Of course not. I doubt my mom would approve and the fact that my brother and I both are so into the music industry doesn’t really make her very confident in our maturity.

“Hey!” She grins at me wildly and hugs me tightly, “Come on. I need your help with my make-up.” She steps back to look at me “...And you need my help with your hair.”

“Nice to see you too.” She steps around me and walks straight into the Kitchen, she seems to equate being friends with someone to having an all access pass to the home.

“Why don’t you just run upstairs Ri and get dressed and set up your Ma’s huge bathroom for a half hour of beauty products.” She spares a glance at me while digging through my cupboards scavanging for food. Might as well so as she asks. Hanna beats me to the bathroom and has everything set out in an organized fashion. We spend the next forty minutes in front of the mirror before I manage to have Hanna happy with my makeup and out the door, we reach the venue at almost 7, the doors seemed to have opened before we got there.

The Venue is already packed to the rim with people bouncing to the opening act, I feel kinda bad for not recognizing them or bothering to figure out who they are. We hand the guy at the front our tickets and step into the room, the music blares loudly. Feels like home.

Stepping into that room makes me feel free. A little ironic since you have hardly any elbow room, I don’t know what it’s like for other people. But whenever I step into a concert venue I get this feeling inside of me, Like, I don’t know. It’s hard to describe. A feeling of amazing freedom.

Nothing you can do will matter. Hell, I can tear my shirt off and grind on a stranger without being a slut, I can scream anything at the top of my lungs and not gather attention, I can flail my body everywhere and i’ll be normal. I’ll be normal and myself. Those are two words that never have been able to be in the same sentence.

I immediately get pulled into the crowd and I start my way to the front. I’ve learned to avoid the middle of the floor. Thats where the Mosh pits are and thats where the big bulky guys are. I only get a moment to see Hanna behind me, we link hands as to not losing each other.

The concert is good, But the uproar when the four men from All Time Low ran on stage. The crowd went wild. It was amazing. We stand directly in front of Jack, I remember speaking to him briefly a few times on Skype. Once in person. But when the All Time Low got on stage the concert went from good to Fucking amazing.

The smell of Pot filled the air in the venue making me feel even lighter, Happier. Someone must be smoking nearby. They open with my absolute favorite by them ‘The Reckless and the Brave’ another thing Matt asked me not to do was listen to All Time Low, but I had to spend some time looking up who my Big brother was babysitting all the time, and I became a little bit of a fangirl.

During the concert I find myself singing along to all of the songs and screaming strange things at the band getting Jacks attention long enough for him to pass me a guitar pic.

The boys run off stage and the crowd disperses I stand in the same spot and look around for the backstage door. I see some crew members bustling around on stage.

“Hey!” I call at one of them coming up to the barrier, they all ignore me. “Excuse me! My name is Rina! I’m Matthews sister!” I call at him, he glances at me giving a flash of recongnition.

“Oh. I see.” The man waves me over and I jog over and hop onto the stage awkwardly and follow him back stage where I see my brother for the first time in what seems like ages.

“Hey! Matt!” I call

Notes

Hey you guys, If you havent put it together, iwannabereckless and I are co-writing a fan fic! I wrote this chapter she should get the next one, Love you guys!
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