the day was march 19, 1992 and your friends had invited you to go see dogstar, keanu reeves' band. you were only allowed to go if your mom went as she had a crush on keanu reeves. you lay in your bed for a moment before getting up to put on your nirvana record while you got ready. blasting the song 'breed', you turned on your shower and hopped in. though you were usually not showered because it was more grunge that way, you decided to shower for this special occasion. after about 30 minutes, you got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. you walked over to your closet and picked out a pearl jam shirt, jeans, and a flannel that you would pair with your beat up doc martens. you put on your clothes after drying and went to do your makeup. "hmmm this'll be good." you say to yourself as you put dark red lipstick on. your hair was dry at this point so you brush it and use too much hairspray to keep it in place. you were basically ready to go. you turn off your record player and run downstairs. "hmm. they're finally ready." your mom scoffs from the kitchen table. "mom, please. i just wanna look cool for the show." you walk to the fridge and grab an apple from the fruit bin. "it's not like keanu will notice you. if anything he'd notice me." your mom lights a cigarette and coughs violently. "mom, don't poison yourself with that shit." you take a bite of your apple. "stop disrespecting me, y/n. you should be grateful i haven't sold you off to a circus yet." you roll your eyes in annoyance. a few minutes later your mom gets up. "let's go, y/n. i wanna get there early." you throw your apple core away and grab your bag. you and your mom walk out the door and get into the car. your mom drives to pick up your two friends that invited you. they hop into the car and buckle up. the four of you head to the concert venue, talking and laughing on the way. as you arrive, you see a big sign that reads "TONIGHT ONLY: DOGSTAR WITH SPECIAL GUEST WEEZER" hmm. weezer. you'd never heard of them before. you hoped they were good.
