Burning RED

Chapter Uno: In the flesh.

"Gavin! Get in the car or we're leaving for Bridgestone without you!", my sister yelled out of the passenger seat window of my mom's Mini Van. I heard my mom say "Kaytlyn I ain't gonna waste his ticket." I was totally not ready for this concert though, i hadnt finished the signs, or my facepaint, or put on shoes. But its not a long drive to downtown Nashville so I'd be ready for the concert in time.

  My name is Gavin, I'm 6'1", relitively lean, and African American. I'm a die-hard swiftie.

 This is my first concert (what a rush!!!) and my first time seeing Taylor. EVER. I slipped on some red Vans, dipped my index fingers in red face paint and made lines under my eyes, then I sprinkled some more glitter on my sign and strutted into my car as primaddonna as I could (to ease my sister's tension of being late) and got into the back seat.

Within a mile of Bridgestone Arena we saw crazed fans running towards the stadium, and cars parked all along the sides of the roads. My sister and I got out of the car as soon as it was easy enough to get to the  front doors without getting caught up in the crowds.

 We got in and we rode up the escalators with some white girls from the west side of town. "No dude I've loved taylor since I was in, like, second grade.", one said, another one said, "Okay, no, like, I remeber and you, like, didnt even know about her,". It went on and on.

Once we were off that exausting escalator ride, we found our seats in the second lowest section. Some terrible country act was opening up for her, so I went to the bathroom.

I came back to find the whole room of screaming teenage girls (and I) dark and hot. I was told that Taylor flew around the walkway right infront of me (AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!! OMG OML). A diet coke comercial played and then we saw a shadow of a girl with her head leaned back and her microphone in the air.

That's the loudest I've ever screamed, like ever.