A Little Bit Underaged. [Jack Barakat,]

“Can you even fucking wait?” Katie, my vibrant best friend screams to me, “We are at a ALL TIME LOW CONCERT!” I giggle, “I can’t wait either, oh my god,  They’re right in that arena dressing rooms.” I say, looking at the long line in front of us to get into the All Time Low concert. “Probably naked.” Katie giggles, loudly. I giggle too, Soon we are at the front of the line, Katie’s smile is so wide. “This is it, Siobhan.” She whispers, tome clutching my hand. “We are going to watch All Time Low, Live!”

A man stood at the stood at the top at the door, taking tickets. “Tickets?” he asked, as soon as we got at the front of the line. I opened up my bag, and found my wallet where my tickets were. But they weren’t there. “One minute.” I mumble, turning around to a wide eyed Katie. “D’you have the tickets?” She shakes her head, “You lost them didn’t you?”

I bite my lip, “well they’re not in my wallet or bag, I checked.” She sighs, and roots through my bag, “They’re not there.” She says, quietly. We turn back to the man, “I swear we have tickets, We just can’t find them, can we still go in?” Katie asks, trying desperately not to cry.

“Sorry, No ticket, No entering.” He says. I gulp, “Please?” Katie says, “Pretty Pretty Please?” he sighs, and shakes his head, “No.” I tug Katie’s hand and lead her away from the man and the Aviva Stadium. “I can’t believe this, why me?” she moans. “I love them. I just wanted to see them live.” I sigh, “Sorry, Katie.” I mumble, as we sit on the curb.

I hear the music starting in the stadium, 20 minutes later and a little sob comes out of Katie. I want to cry too. This is so unfair, “How about we go get some dinner?” I ask Katie, Katie looks at me, “And you pay?” She asks, “Yeah, I will.” I smile, She takes my hand and I lead her towards the shops.

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Its been 2 hours and me and Katie have been sitting in ‘Hilly-Billie’s chicken restaurant’ for two hours, Katie’s recovered and so have I. We’re still upset about missing our favourite band of all time but, We’ve let it go, As my hippie mother would say; “everything happens a reason.”

Katie bites into her chicken roll, as I look around the half empty restaurant. “I’m sure they’ll come to Ireland again, Sio.” Katie says, using my nickname. “Yeah, I must of dropped the tickets.” I mumbles still scanning the restaurant, until I come across a table, It wasn’t empty like all of the others. It had four men in it, and those four men were in a band called All Time Low.  

(i have a gooood feeling bout this story,(: )