The eleventh chapter
435 Words
Mayday! Mayday!
It hurts so much to go on after what has went down.. Almost a year later, the subject was left untouched and I was untouched.. Loosen grip hold off.. Invisible.. Worse is unloved by everyone, or so only of one person that I"d want to.
I get to see one, cool, close to my heart rock band! They"re playing tonight in a small stadium or arena and I can"t wait to hear them play and sing my favorite songs. Good ones are off their old albums & ep. But I really wish they"d sing this particular song that I would definitely relate to and die for if they"ve performed it live at my very first show of them.
They"re a band called Black Parade! They"re kind of modern hard rock. Mostly would say or categorize they"re a pop punk band. I only listen cos of punk and they"re alternative slightly more and punk band.
I am a half quarter late from commuting to the venue and as I went up there were so many kids and grown emo teenagers of the 90"s who listens to punk rock and s**t; & I am one of them & proud! So I went to find the very last of the extremely long line to the balcony section. I found it and it was near the wash room. I dressed, if anyone is interested, I dressed as emo/punk rock as I can. I had dyed my hair previously when I have also cut it in a different layered hair style. Kind of like a scene girl who had dyed her hair auburn red or scarlet. But, with me I was wearing black shirt of "Black parade" merch, tight black jeans, heeled black boots, ballers, chains are a must to me "ehem fetish and finally, I won"t forget to mention I have eyeliner on! Haha
I am all set and ready to rock tonight! Head bang with my boys of the band and the crowd.
I am going to watch the concert alone, I got in after the long wait. I saw they are selling booze and merchandise in the lobby. I went up the stairs to reserved myself a seat and found a perfect one.
The lights all closed down and the staged lights were set and smoke machines were noticeable.
The drum set was set earlier and the microphone stand and mic was on it.
The band members slowly, one-by-one emerged from the side curtains to the stage and welcomed everybody and themselves to feel at home playing their music.
This will be a sick one!
- Writer
