“That’s disgusting,” I laugh.
“Nope. I wouldn’t piss myself. I would likely come in my pants though!” she exclaims.
“Jesus Christ,” Chance grumbles.
I snigger and continue to seem around the packed venue. Everyone around us is vibrating with the equal crazy energy I’ve felt considering the fact that we pulled into the parking garage. It’s tough to comprise the exhilaration you experience when you be aware of you’re about to see a team so large perform. I tune out the girls, skip an uncomfortable Chance, and simply soak it all in. My previously exhaustion is lengthy forgotten.
The lights dim thirty minutes later, and the opening act, an all-female rock band called c*****e, is now working the stage. I’m not a large fan, but the women are, so while they bounce and scream, I be part of in
