I Want to Die in New Orleans // $uicideboys

2: Or Sum

Downtown New Orleans, Bourbon Street, the French Quarter, all lit up in celebration for a simple Saturday night.
"You ready?" Marly turned to me and asked.
"Of course," I said.
Marley and I had been friends for four years now. He looks like the stereotypical guitarist teenage boy, the brown hair and dark eyes, chiseled face structure, the fact that he towers over most people doesn't help either.
From as long as I could remember Marley jumped from band to band, from two people, to four, to six, to three.. Although we've been friends for quite a while I can say I've only heard him play a handful of times, nether-less it was always amazing, or I though so.
We pulled into a compacted parking lot full of thriving souls quenching their thirst with whatever alcohol was in their favor. Marley threw the old red Toyota into park and froze for a minute. 2005 Toyota Camry if I should be exact.
"You good?" I asked.
"Yeah.. you know this place well?" He answered.
I chuckled at his question in response, though he didn't find it amusing.
"Yes, Marley, I know the area, I live a good twenty minutes from here, what makes you think I wouldn't know?"
"I'm just saying. There's a lot of people. You come with me, I'll show you where we'll be playing at."
"Well if I venture off after don't be surprised." I said through a grin.
I could slightly see his eyes roll as he pulled his keys out of the ignition, "let's go."
I stashed some money in my front right pocket. If you're from around here you know better then to carry a purse, bag, or wallet on you.
I grabbed my phone as I opened the door to greet the overpowering scent of weed in the thick air. The slight breeze pushed my hair around as I took a second to breathe in the town. I might have been a little stoned, but all in all it felt nice.
I closed the door and walked around the car to meet Marley.
"You sure you ok?" I questioned again, "Nervous or sum?"
"Nervous or sum I guess," he stated as he looked down the street full of blaring music and intoxicated people.
"Well which one, nervous? Or sumthin? Don't be nervous to mess up, people won't remember tomorrow, either drunk or falling out right now," I poked at him.
"Maybe it's cause they won't remember tomorrow.. come on I'm gonna be late." He said as he started walking off. I stood in somewhat awe, possibly from how unexpected that response was, or what he could've been referring to.
"Dont have me already lose you, we just got here!" He shouted in the distance which distracted me from being stunned. I jogged a little to catch up to Marley then was right on the side of him as we walked under the French and Spanish architecture of the town.
We'd been walking in silence for some time now as I admired the people crowding around the bars and side acts on the streets.
"Marleyyyy Robichauxxxx the crowd is going to go crazy for youu," I picked at him, looking up to try and meet his eyes.
"Speaking of the crowd," he said as he kept his eyes forward. I turned to see a lineup of people outside one of the buildings.
"Fucks sake Marly.. I didn't know it was a whole concert, why'd ya leave that part out man.." I told him as I threw my hands on my face, peeking between my fingers to see the line.
"If Im being honest.. we don't usually preform concerts.." he let out slowly.
"By usually you mean.."
"Never." He cut me off. Nervous for him, I peeked up at him to find a grin formed from underneath the darkness of his face. He looked at me as if he had just seen an all you can eat buffet of his favorite food, but also ten times demented, like a table full of his favorite raw cow liver and goat tongue.
He snatched my hand and drug me around the building as he let out a maniacal giggle here and there. I know we had been friends for a long time but, the weed and his recent interactions did not mix well. I was concerned I may have been the next item on that all you can eat buffet I was talking about.
He open the door and pulled me into the pitch black room, "ok, okay! Marley what are you doing bruh?" Squeaked out of my throat.
He turned on the lights checking his phone, "we're even here... twenty eight minutes early.." He said with a bigger grin, not answering my question. I looked around the back room I could've claimed to be trapped in. Marley paced the floor as I took a couple breaths and noticed a little passageway.
I walked off into the little hall that ended up elevating a bit until I was onto this platform. A deep velvet purple curtain that looked like it could squash me if it fell, along with a microphone, Marleys guitar, and a drum set.