George always spent most his time at the library, the cold breeze and the smell of books and old paper. He sat with a tall man that got up out of the dark wooden chair that looked like it had been around for awhile, with the wood chipping at some places on the chair.
The man looked a George and showed him his computer, the now somewhat dark area was now filled with a white lighting from a bright screen gleaming onto George's face with the dust in the area more visible from the white light.
"I won some tickets, i've never really heard of this band but, i guess it'd be nice to check them out. Don't you think?" The man explained how he won some tickets George took a moment to look at the screen.
Only seeing the few colors white, black, yellows, and blue, and maybe a hint of magenta, or purple. George was colorblind so it was difficult for him to tell, although he could see both purple and magenta pretty clear he was always still confused by color in general, almost as if he had never learned color before.
"Eh, seems nice, but id much rather stay home or at the library, sorry Wilbur." George got back to reading his book as Wilbur pulled the computer back to facing himself "Whatever you say, but i just think it would be nice, you never leave your house George." He went on to rant about how much of an introvert George was, or more correctly is.
"I mean, come on. Be honest with yourself you never leave your house."
George followed on to roll his eyes.
he grabbed a book mark for his book from the jar that was in the center of the table, "Well i do always go to the library."
"Well besides the library," Wilbur sighed in between his words "Listen, all i'm saying is it would be nice to leave your house. And go somewhere that isn't the library."
"I'll take it into consideration, anyway. What is the band name. Like what kinda music do they even play?" Wilbur pushed his computer over to George again, the bottom hinges of the computer making a quite awful noise. But it didn't really matter since they where the only two in the old, library. "You can look into the band it's called like the Dteam or something. I'm not sure." George grabbed the computer brining it in front of himself and began to look into the group banned the 'Dteam' in reality the banned was named Dream Team but for short most people called is 'Dteam'
George read the wikipedia on the band, it was new and had only started 3 months ago, they had been trying to get a banned together for about year but 3 months ago was when they blew up, they had a few huge fans. The lead singer went by Dream but his name was Clay. The drummer was Sapnap, Jeez they all had such random names. They also had two guitarist but the names of them both where unknown, they just weren't as famous out of the other band members. Meaning Dream and Sapnap.
George picked up the computer to avoid the awful noise he put it down in front of Wilbur. "Alright wilby, i'm gonna go." Wilbur rolled his eyes "I hate it when you call me that." George shrugged and giggled, then closed his book and carried it walking out the library.
It was already five and it usually started to get dark around that time, George hadn't ate anything so he decided to make spaghetti. He was somewhat good at cooking most people liked the food he made but he was the biggest critic to himself. But food is food and he was hungry, his phone vibrated on the kitchen island. Wilbur texted him.
Wilby
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It was a picture of the tickets.
Wilby
just in case you needed the info text me if you wanna go or not
George wanted to go, but then again wanted to stay home. Wilbur was right when he said George was an introvert. He only ever went to the library and the grocery store, sometimes to the vet for his cat. His cat was named cat, George wasn't creative, he had a meh personality. Sometimes he questioned why Wilbur even hung out with him.
He made the spaghetti seasoning it and the cooked the meatballs separately, he didn't think it to much because then the spaghetti would be cold and the meatballs would be hot. So he would have to just heat the spaghetti up once he was done making the meatballs, depending on how long they would take to make.
The air was nice smelling. He served himself and ate at the kitchen island, the book he had been reading was on the corner of the counter with the blue book mark in the middle of the book. George finished and grabbed his phone, while putting his white bowl into the sink, and walking over to his room and.
He sat on his bed and texted Wilbur back.
George
I guess i'll come
Wilby
Yayy
The time wasn't late but George was already tired so he rolled around in bed, for a few moments.
George went back onto him and wilburs text message and scrolled up to the photo of the ticket, the concert was on wednesday and it had been Monday, so tomorrow would be tuesday, and the next wednesday so the concert was right around the corner.
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Soooo the next chapter is gonna be the day of the concert just so you know i'm gonna try to work on it and get it published today!!
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The raw edge
FanfictionDream is the lead singer of new band, George and Dream had been friends during middle school, and high school but lost contact after high school and moved along with their life's George is offered to go check out the band unknowingly that the lead...
