Regrets ; a.i

The First Concert

It's a real shame I never went to Stanford like I had planned to, because I did get it. It's a shame shit happened and I didn't end up going because being home and going to University in the same city I grew up is shit.

I walk along the sidewalks in front of my house with my dog. I plug my headphones into my ears but before I turn my music on a car full of girls drive by and they're all singing to that band. The band I used to know, I was friends with them for a while...

I remember the first time I saw them live in a venue and not at a wedding.

~ Flash Back ~
// June 20th, 2015 //

I looked at the clothes lying on my bed; the three outfits Reagan picked for me out of my closet. I pursed my lips together and studied the cute skirt and floral shirt, but quickly pushed that aside. Next was high wasted shorts with a crop top, I scrunched my nose and looked to the final outfit. Ripped jeans and a plain black shirt.

I looked over the three before I grabbed the jeans and black shirt and I changed into it. I didn't mind it actually. The light blue jeans made my ass look great and the overall look was casual.

When I looked up to see Reagan she was holding out her black leather jacket. I raised one eyebrow.

"I'd melt in that," was my comment.

She shrugged. "It'll go with the outfit."

I sighed and took the jacket and slid it on and it matched but I couldn't get away with the look myself. I didn't look like a girl who would wear leather jackets, maybe, because I wasn't.

"If it makes you happy I'll wear it, c'mon," I waved her over and she joyfully followed behind me out the door.

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Once we reached the venue it gave off an off vibe, but it was cool at the same time. We entered the building and I took a good look around, the lights made the place dim and gloomy, the floors were painted black, and the walls painted white, covered in flyers and papers. A bunch of girls crowded the stage and I was a bit surprised on how many girls were there already.

"So," I spoke up and looked over at Reagan; who wore shorts and a 5sos shirt. She much enjoyed supporting their band by wearing the merch they designed.

"Let's go stand with everyone else!" She giggled happy as she grabbed my arm and dragged me to where everyone else was standing.

Reagan and I were only standing in the crowd for about five minutes before the four boys walked onto the stage. They walked onto the stage with bright smiles and all stood tall.

"Hi, we're five seconds of summer," Luke announced into the microphone. Reagan and a few other girls cheered, making them smile, and I felt awkward already.

I didn't normally go to concerts, or really anything of the sort. Reagan always did but she'd go with the four boys or one of them, not me. Probably because I'm not that huge into music like she is.

As the concert went on I ended up sitting off to the side, just listening to them play their songs. I laughed and smiled through a few of them, but I didn't know any of the words. I could hear Reagan yelling the words with them and screaming when they ended. It was fun to see her so into it and having fun, I could see her making friends with the people near her.

As the sun went further down the more people crowded the building.

Soon the venue was filled with people; some who knew the band and other who had never heard of them. But, it seemed that they won the crowd over and most people liked them.