Love, Sex, Riot. (Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 4: Meeting the Bands

Are you serious!! It's fucking six o'clock in the fucking morning and the people next store to me are still partying. LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! 

"CAN YA'LL SHUT THE HELL UP!! THERE'S PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP!!" I yelled banging my fist against the wall, but that didn't stop them. Fucking Fuck boys. "Well I guess I better get ready, even though it's fucking six in the morning." I said to myself.

I grabbed my suitcase off of the floor and put it on my bed, opening it to see that all my clothes were jacked up from all the movement. Oh well. I dug through it finding some ripped up skinny jeans, a Broken Messiah logo t-shirt that was cut up, and my all black vans. I stripped from my PJ's and slipped into my outfit for today, leaving my shoes off. I then grabbed my toothbrush, toothpaste, and my makeup bag and went into the restroom. I brushed my teeth and then started to put on some makeup, putting a thin ring of eyeliner around my eyes and finishing it off with some mascara. Nothing special. I stood there looking at my eyes wondering if I should put on my regular perscripted contacts or my colored perscripted contacts that are blue so no one would freak out about my eyes being white.

"Fuck it I don't care." I whispered to myself, throwing my hands up in the air. I took off my glasses and grabbed my regular contacts, and put them in my eyes. Once I was satisfied with how I looked I decided to put on my shoes, and go down stairs to get a drink. I grabbed my key to my room and left going to the elevator and going down to the lobby. I walked down into the little breakfest area and saw a bunch of old people sitting there drinking their coffee and reading the newspaper. I walked over to the little cooler and grabbed an apple juice, then grabbing an orange. 

"Excuse me." An old lady said from behind me.

"Oh sorry." I moved out of the way and let her pass by. She thanked me and grabbed whatever she needed. I then decided I was done and went and sat down at a little table in the corner. I peeled my orange and ate it while sipping my juice. I sound like a little kid eating breakfest. Once I was done I threw away my trash and looked at my phone seeing that it was only 7:00. Since it was only 7:00 I decided to go and walk around the city to see what it was like, and to kill some time. I walked into some shops and looked around, looking at all the clothes and accessories, getting some wierd looks from the workers. I then looked at my phone for the time and saw that it was 11:50.

'Shit I'm like 20 minutes away, and we're suppost to be in the ballroom at 12:00. Fuck I better run.' I thought to myself. I put my phone back in my pocket and ran out of the store and broke into a sprint towards the hotel. I was about half way there when I pulled out my phone, seeing that it was 11:55. 'Fuck' I mentally cursed myself, pushing my long legs to go faster. Soon I could see the hotel entrance in the distance making me run faster.

As soon as I got to the doors I swung them open, running in the direction of the ballroom. I looked at my phone and saw it was 11:58. I shoved open the doors to the ballroom.

"Does anybody object." I heard someone say when I burst through the door. I then heard gasps and a scream come from infront of me. Oh shit this was the wedding room.

"Whoops sorry, wrong room, sorry carry on." I said. "And I'm very happy for you two." I congragulated them before turning around and scurrying away towards the other ballroom. Wow they could of told me there was two ballrooms. Grrr. I ran up to the doors and shoved them open running around like a maniac. "I'M HERE!" I shouted panting, before tripping over something and toppling over, doing a ninja roll in the process, rolling back up onto my feet in one movement, sticking the landing.

"Esence where the fuck have you been." Scene said through gritted teeth walking up to me.

"Scene, Scene, I can explain." I said moving backwards with my hands in front of me in surrender, bumping into something or someone in the process.