So, I've wanted to start a project like this for a long time, but was never really confident enough to try. Still, I figure it's worth a shot, so here we go.
This story isn't going to be for everyone, I'm not going to censor my thoughts just because they might offend someone. It may get pretty dark, and it may be a mess, but just stick with me because I really have a lot to say.
Love you all,
Cailyn
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It was finally here, the day I had been waiting for, tonight was going to be the best night of my life.
"Jinx hurry up, we need to leave!" Yelled Lexi, actually sounding more like a concerned mother than my punk of a best friend/ half-sister.
"Two minutes, I promise." and with Lexi, that really meant two minutes, or I would be left at home.
I look into my closet for what seems like an eternity before giving up. My favorite shirt, my pride and joy, the perfect shirt for tonight, was gone. With a huff, I ran to my bathroom and fiddled with my eyeliner, before turning and running out to Lexi with approximately 15 seconds to spare.
She looked me over before settling on my face and addressing me with a sharp. “What the fuck are you wearing, Cypress,” followed by a stern, “We don’t have time for this shit.”
“Look, Lexi, I can’t find the shirt I wanted to wear, and I know there will be people dressed a lot worse than this.” I say while gesturing to my naked torso.
Okay, I mean maybe this wasn’t really me, but whatever, tonight I could be whoever wanted, and maybe I chose to be someone who would dress in nothing but combat boots, shredded jeans (hand torn, just for tonight), and eyeliner. Plus, I feel I have accessorized quite nicely with my pseudo dog collar and assortment of clip-on earring. (No one has to know)
“Okay fine, but we need to leave, now.” She eventually responds. “You little rebel, you” She adds with a smirk and a solid pop to my ass.”
God, the wardrobe is already starting to look like a bad decision, nut no turning back now.
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I look around and am amazed at the sheer number of people surrounding the stadium; it looks like we will have a long walk ahead of us.
We eventually find a parking spot almost a mile away from the venue, so much for being early.
“Leeeexiiiii, why do you do this to me, you know I’m not cut out for this type of fitness.” I whine, gazing longingly at the building still a few blocks away.
“Oh my God, shut up, you’re literally the captain of the football team, you last asshole.” She cuts back, clearly more worn out than me by the long trek.
“Whatever, I just wanna get to the concert before I die of exhaustion.” I shoot back acting obnoxiously tired.
“Ugh, you freak, we’re almost there, calm you tits.” And with that statement, we round the next corner to find ourselves looking up at the massive stadium.
“Wow, I never knew Addicted Tragedy was this popular.”
“I know. It looks like half the state came out to see them.” Was her awestruck response. This may have very well been true, given the rarity of their live performances.
We make our way up through the line to get in and eventually find ourselves searching for our seats.
“Where the fuck are these stupid seats? I’m beginning to think they don’t exist.” Lexi huffs out.
Just then a man that could only be described as; as punk as one can be while wearing a uniform polo and a matching visor that read “How may help you?” on it, walks up behind us.
With a complete deadpan, he says “Do you need anything? I can help you to your seats.” As if it was the thousandth time he had said it today. Which, on second thought, may have, been the case.
“Oh, thank god, can you please show us to our seats, we’re a bit lost.” Lexi blurts out, while handing him the tickets.
“That’s the understatement of the year.” He mumbles out underneath his breath, still seemingly oblivious to my presence, focusing on Lexi and the tickets. “These tickets are for the level below us, on the opposite side of the stage. If you are already this lost, I should probably take you there myself.”
“It couldn’t be that hard, just tell us where they are.” I say, and with that, he seems to finally register my presence with a lingering glance at my exposed torso.
“Look kid,” he says finally making eye contact, and wow, that green… wait, Cypress, get your thoughts back on track. “This is my job, so just accept my kindness and follow me.” With that, he turns around and starts walking toward the stairs case.
Lexi immediately follows, and I slowly take up the rear, captivated, but confused by the dark little man.
We follow him down the stairs, down a mostly empty hallway, and out into the other side of the stadium. I guess I’m glad we followed, as I’m sure we would have never found the small hallway on our own. He shows us to our row, which is surprisingly close to the stage, and turns to leave.
“Wait, thanks for showing us the way, I’m Jinx.” I call before he gets too far away.
“Hmpf, I’m Levi. Not that you need to know, anyways.” He replies, before wandering off into the crowd of fans, waiting for the show to start.
In a few minutes, the lights dim, and I hear the familiar beat of one of my favorite songs as Addicted Tragedy makes their way onto the stage.
Well somebody told me
That I would be a dreamer for life,
Somebody told me I would never reach the other side
Well you say I’m old news, but cross your fingers
I’m yours to lose
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So I know this didn’t really tell you much about this story, but I really have a lot planned. I hope you liked it enough to wait and read the next chapters, I’m working really hard to get this up quickly, but I’m extremely busy.
~Cailyn
