stood at the front of the stage staring up at him, looking right thought the other band members and ignoring the raging crowd behind me. There were dozens of screaming girls trying to take my place, hoping to get the lead singer to notice them but I had no interested in him. It was the drummer that had my undivided attention and I wasn’t moving. Come hell or high water I wasn’t going anywhere, I knew down to my soul this was exactly where I was supposed to be. In the ten seconds that it took for him to suggest that I come to the gig I had seen our entire lives play out, from dating to sitting in our rockers side-by-side reminiscing over ‘the good old days’ and I couldn’t wait.
I turned my head to the left to look at Carl, who I had dragged …show more content…
Being just over six feet tall, with long dark shaggy hair that constantly falls into his eyes, his brooding looks, skinny jeans complete with dog chain and leather jacket I can see what draws them to him. He looks like he’s a member of the next hottest up and coming band, no one would guess him for the nerd that he really is. He should have been my ideal boyfriend as we have so much in common, the only problem with that is we were more like siblings. We have lived next to each other nearly all our lives; I have pictures of us pinned up on my bedroom wall documenting our lives and friendship through the years. My personal favorite being the ones from my third birthday, I had a garden party complete with paddling pool. We are both naked as the day we were born and having the time of our lives splishing and splashing all over the …show more content…
By the time we fight our way back down to the front the last band have finished and the event promoters have gathered on stage. One of them steps forward microphone in hand. “Evening people, has everyone had a good time?” The entire place erupts, the noise almost to the point of pain. “This is how it’s going to work. I will call out the bands name one at a time and which ever band gets the most noise will win the £1000 gift certificate to Music box and be added to the Roadhouse festival lineup which will take place in four weeks time.” Again the noise is insane but I hardly notice because he walks out on stage with the rest of the bands. The bands take the stage and form a line leaving small gaps between them and the promoter jogs down the line to stand in front of the first. “MAKE SOME NOISE FOR SONIC SATALITES.” The crowd gives of a fairly decent roar of approval. “Awesome, next band up SPELLBOUND.” Another decent roar just not as good as the first. The promoter moves down the line to stand in front of his band. “THE PLAGUE.” The phrase ‘the crowd goes wild’ is an understatement, there are so many people shouting, screaming, whistling and stamping their feet that the floor and walls are vibrating with the force of it, but not me. No I stand perfectly still not moving a muscle hardly breathing; I can’t take my eyes off him. He stands there knowing that he belongs there, the ultimate rock god. A small
I turned my head to the left to look at Carl, who I had dragged …show more content…
Being just over six feet tall, with long dark shaggy hair that constantly falls into his eyes, his brooding looks, skinny jeans complete with dog chain and leather jacket I can see what draws them to him. He looks like he’s a member of the next hottest up and coming band, no one would guess him for the nerd that he really is. He should have been my ideal boyfriend as we have so much in common, the only problem with that is we were more like siblings. We have lived next to each other nearly all our lives; I have pictures of us pinned up on my bedroom wall documenting our lives and friendship through the years. My personal favorite being the ones from my third birthday, I had a garden party complete with paddling pool. We are both naked as the day we were born and having the time of our lives splishing and splashing all over the …show more content…
By the time we fight our way back down to the front the last band have finished and the event promoters have gathered on stage. One of them steps forward microphone in hand. “Evening people, has everyone had a good time?” The entire place erupts, the noise almost to the point of pain. “This is how it’s going to work. I will call out the bands name one at a time and which ever band gets the most noise will win the £1000 gift certificate to Music box and be added to the Roadhouse festival lineup which will take place in four weeks time.” Again the noise is insane but I hardly notice because he walks out on stage with the rest of the bands. The bands take the stage and form a line leaving small gaps between them and the promoter jogs down the line to stand in front of the first. “MAKE SOME NOISE FOR SONIC SATALITES.” The crowd gives of a fairly decent roar of approval. “Awesome, next band up SPELLBOUND.” Another decent roar just not as good as the first. The promoter moves down the line to stand in front of his band. “THE PLAGUE.” The phrase ‘the crowd goes wild’ is an understatement, there are so many people shouting, screaming, whistling and stamping their feet that the floor and walls are vibrating with the force of it, but not me. No I stand perfectly still not moving a muscle hardly breathing; I can’t take my eyes off him. He stands there knowing that he belongs there, the ultimate rock god. A small