how soon is now? || w. a rose [i/v]

ANDY XVIII

Grab your tickets! Tickets for Mind the Gap's As Yet Untitled tour are selling quickly and we'll show you the best way to get them.

Just about all UK venues have already fully sold out for the first leg of British band, Mind the Gap's upcoming tour. Wembley, Gateshead and Maine Road Stadium in Manchester have already sold out with all seating and standing being emptied out by eager fans. Some US dates have also sold out such as Madison Square Garden and Pyramid Arena, along with all dates in Hong Kong and Japan.

However, many tickets also remain here in the US! And here are the best ways to get them before they are sold out for good...

// Kerrang Magazine, June 1990

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w. discussions of domestic abuse, drug abuse, referenced past racism

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Adrianna felt the rain fall over her face, the skin dampening as she stood under the heavy grey clouds. The sun was attempting to bleed through just out of her vision, light reflecting against the puddles but there were no rainbows in the sky, still grey and still cold.

Stupidly cold for spring time, her hands still shoved deeply into her pockets only to find them empty of leather. She must have left the gloves in her other coat, the red woollen one from Cancer Research that was shoved in the back of the wardrobe. The one that was wrapped around her shoulders, too small around the bust and too long along the torso hadn't been worn since early September, the shoulder seams were bust and the padding had slowly started to crumple.

She should have probably gotten new ones but she also doubted that the budget was stretched.

Not that twenty quid was going to go far anyway, maybe enough food to not lose ten pounds in a couple of weeks and she would only have to buy for herself, Edward didn't eat much really. He had other substances that his body craved harder and needier, other things his blood searched out for and he clawed for and his bones and muscles reached for. There were other things that were eating away at him, his stomach and insides twisting around in hunger. 

He'd still spend the few pounds that she put in the tin though, on unstable legs searching for every metal coin and piece of paper that defined the value of the gold coffers, crumpling under his shaking fingers in search for where his marionette legs would take him.

More spoons and more foil, for sure.

Adrianna pulled more tightly around the edges of the fabric, the khaki not thick enough and the zipper caught and broken. Her fingers were white, the skin stark and her veins visible underneath, cuticles ripped back and bleeding, dried out skin under the biting winds.

The polish was picked apart and chipped over the corners, the shapes inconsistent and bitten down. A vivid blue, some cheap stuff that didn't even last more than a couple of hours at best, or maybe nail polish wasn't made for people that actually needed to use their hands for each day, pushing them into the internal organs of an old Peugeot or Volvo and attempting to twist some kind of wire just right.

After all, her mother had never worn any kind of covering on her nails, not even a clear base or top coat, no strengtheners or oil in sight. Her hands had also been dry and the cuticles raw and bleeding, the skin broken along the bottom smile of her nails. Too much washing in hot water, burning and scalding through layers and layers of skin before it finally callused over.

Adrianna scuffed her shoes along the tarmac, uneven under the soles after five different pothole repatches done by the council, all around half a decade before. Nobody from the council would dare come through the back area of the estate like she was without a minimum of ten armed police.