Far away.

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The eyes are deceptive. See with your heart!

There are some events that are essential for the rest of your youth, because you have to have been there to be one of the crazy cool idiots and then there are the ones that you can safely miss. This concert by this crazy newcomer seemed to be one of the first kind.

I didn't even know his name, but the rest of the school knew him, just like my best friend Ian Styles.

Everyone really wanted to go.

Result: Ian and I want to go too, but didn't get any more tickets. Quite apart from that, we would have had to spend all our pocket money of the last few months and for that my mum would probably have murdered me twice and three times!

That's why I sat with Ian and a cold beer in our favorite pub and we thought about how we could be one of the cool kids without being there.

"I would have an idea how to get in," it finally came from Ian. "Could it take us to jail?" I asked skeptically, because I could hear him nervously clanging around with his fingernails on his beer bottle again. "Oh nonsense, I'm not going to do that again," he replied, alluding to the same event as me. Once, Ian's grandiose plan had led to us being in jail for an evening because he had cracked the lock on the back door of a club with a nail arrow and a hairpin so we could attend Lindsey Loans Party. It was definitely worth it. Until we were caught because we didn't have any wristbands. Yay. "And you don't have to know anything about my plan, it's really simple," Ian added, and the annoying clinking finally stopped. "You just have to promise me that you won't be angry with me afterwards." "Okay, best friends bonus," I gave in, really hoping not to have to regret it when half an hour later I let my little sister Lottie fish something out of my closet to wear. For school, I could do this myself (I had provided each hanger with a different key ring when I could still see), but for the concert I didn't want to risk anything.

My self-elections had already backfired often enough.

I was really happy to have my siblings, they were very reliable when it came to such things. When they weren't taking advantage of it to make me a laughing stock.

"Age, watch out!" I complained when Ian later tried to put me in his car and let me run straight against the closed door. "My God, even Clifford can do that better than you!" Clifford was my dog, but he would stay with my family for the evening. I couldn't take him to a concert under any circumstances, the poorest one would just go crazy!

"Sorry," Ian immediately apologized and pushed me a bit to the right at the hip, so that I could finally feel my way into the seat. "Conducting a blind fish is not as easy as it sounds."

"Driving a blind car is not easy!" I just laughed and groped for the darn seat belt, which occasionally took me half an eternity.

"Oh, God bless the one sitting in the passenger seat, you should ever drive a car," Ian joined in my laughter and I heard his car door fall. I somehow pulled my own, heard the engine whining before it luckily started and the clicking of Ian's seat belt before we finally drove off. "Cool outfit by the way, did Lottie look for that for you again?" "Yes, do you seriously think I'd get something like that?" "Nope, that's why I ask yes." "Okay, actually, my last remark was a rhetorical question and if so, then you should have answered yes styles!" "Relax Tomlinson, I know that you still have a lot on it." "Exactly and write it behind your ears!"

We both laughed and Ian turned up the radio so we could sing karaoke together.

And it even sounded halfway right.

Since I could no longer see, I had developed an absolute hearing and in general my other senses had become much finer and more sensitive. Which unfortunately also meant that I could always smell the stink socks of my siblings through half the living room.