voleur [h.s]

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"Trust me,
You can dance"

- Vodka

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2 years ago

"Omg not so tight Zoey!" I yell out. "It's not my fault you've put on so much weight!" She says back. "Hey! No I haven't!" I say. She rolls her eyes back at me.

It's the first day of summer and Zoey is already dragging me to a concert that I really don't want to go to. But what's new, I always end up going with her to things like this. She always make it sound like a good idea at the time, but I always regret it. Never the less, it's 11:30 on a Friday night in New York, im being dragging to some concert per usual as Zoey is trying to tighten my dress. She's making me wear a tight low cut black dress which finishes mid thigh, with spaghetti straps. She's also making me wear chunky black heals. Not really my style.

"There. All done" she says slapping her palms on each of my shoulders.

"Do I really have to go" I whine. "Yes! Now let's go" she snaps back grabbing my hand in hers and her purse in the other. She opens the door and runs us out of her apartment to the elevator, and I struggle to keep up as I'm not really good in heals. She presses the button and it opens immediately, then before I know I'm im dragged into the elevator.

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As soon as I step foot inside the venue I'm hit with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. I look around seeing everything is a dark shade of blue from the led lights everywhere. As I'm looking around I notice everyone has a red solo cup in there hands.

Great Zoeys gonna make me drink.

I've never really been a drinker. The only time I'd have one is when I'm pissed off, anxious, stressed, heartbroken, at a party.. wow wait maybe I am a drinker. Before I can think anymore I feel a hand slip into mine, I look to the side to see Zoey stood next to me with a smile from ear-to-ear plastered across her face. She looks at me for a second before dragging me somewhere else.

We are stood in-front of a stage, just a small one, maybe about 30cm above the ground. At the back is 2 guitarists and a drummer, they seem to be setting up for the show. I dont even know who we are seeing. I'm just assuming it's some rock band like the rest of the concerts I'm dragged to. I'm not the biggest fan of rock but some songs are ok. "Omg they will be on in 10 minutes!" Zoey squeals from next to me. "Who are we even seeing?" I ask "Only one of the best rock bands!" She says pulling out her phone showing me a photo of the band.

"They are called voleur" she says.

"How famous are they? I've never heard of them" I ask

"Not that famous, they only do small gigs like this, but they are really good"

Suddenly all the lights cut out and it's pitch black. Then the stage is lit up seconds later in purple red and blue lights, and standing on it are 5 silhouettes. One at the front with a microphone then the other four a bit behind some with guitars and microphones. Then all I hear is screaming from a bunch of fan girls. Typical. I roll my eyes just watching the stage waiting for them to play. Then the front silhouette picks up an electric guitar and strums the first note. The crowd gets even louder and then the others at the back start playing. A dark blue spotlight shines on them all making there faces visible.

Woah. Fuck. He's hot.

"AHHH Arya! Omg!!!!!" I hear Zoey screaming next me nudging my side with her elbow and point to the front figure. Then all of a sudden he begins singing the first line, after a few deep screams and 'woohoo's'.

"Open up your eyes,
shut your mouth and see"

"That I'm still the only one
who's been in love with me"

"I'm just happy getting
you stuck in between my teeth"

His voice sending chills down my spine. My mouth dropping open in shock of his voice. Most concerts Zoey drags me to, all the singers just scream into the mic. But he is different.

"omg isn't he amazing!" Zoey says from next to me. My mouth staying open as I just stare at the singer in admiration. He is wearing black skinny jeans, a black tee and a red flannel tied around his waist. His hair in a bunch of curls with one hanging over the middle of his forehead. A dark grey and black strap over his shoulders holding up his guitar, his fingers covered in silver rings and his nails painted black except his ring finger on his right hand is left bare.

"She's an angel"

"Only angel"

"She's an angel"

"My only angel"

After the song is finished he puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Putting the cigarette in his mouth cupping it so he can light it. Whilst he does that one of the other band members at the back yells into the microphone.

"What's up New Brunswick" he says with a smirk plastered across his face. He has black hair styles so there is only a few curls, one across his forehead as well, he's also wearing black skinny jeans but with a white shirt, a few chains around his neck.

The audience is screaming at his words and he just keeps the smirk on his face. "Thanks for being here tonight" he says making the audience going crazy again.

"Just make sure not to get to wasted tonight eh?" The audience screaming even louder at this point. I didn't even know that was possible. "The next song is little black dress" he announces. As the man at the front drops his cigarette and rubs in into the floor with his shoe. He then strums the first note on his guitar making the audience pipe up again.

"Little black dress just
walked into the room"

"Makin' heads turn,
Cant stop looking at you"

"It's so right, it's so right,
It's so right you know"

Hours go by of them singing multiple songs. I've actually been enjoying it for once. As the last song ends the lights turn off making it pitch black. They turn back on after a matter of seconds covering the space in dark blue lights and leaving the stage empty once again.