Moral Event Horizon

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 Wow, what a concert! Amy kicked it off with some covers of The Offspring's greatest hits, like All I Want, Mota, and You're Gonna go Far, Kid. Then she proceeded with some of her original songs, most of which were about fighting The Man or telling former president Donald Trump to go (CENSORED) himself. Hell, one of her songs was even called Trump's Funeral is a Mosh Pit, which is about how a bunch of antifa teens turn up at Trump's funeral and start playing with his corpse like it's a puppet, only to them start moshing. That song even got requests for an encore! After that, we had a ten minute break, and then Amy did like ten more original songs, only to cap it off with a cover of Ghost Love Score by Nightwish. She absolutely NAILED it!

"Cool concert, right, Kev?" I asked my little brother.

"Yeah, it was OK," he said. "Did you and Sam have fun?"

"I actually did!" Sam replied. "You know that Donald Trump song she sang? The one about his funeral? I'd actually like to hear it again!"

"Hol'up, it's on her Soundcloud," I said as I got out my phone. "Sendin' ya the link, alright?"

And that's what I did. Sam and me kept gushing over how great Amy's concert was, and Kevin chimed in now and then.

"What song did you like most, Kev?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said, shrugging. "I liked the one that went slowly outta line, you're getting na na na na naa, something like that."

"That's a song from The Offspring," I said. "Didn't you know?"

"What the hell's The Offspring?" He asked, causing me to gasp out loud.

"Only the best band EVER!" I said, shocked and a little appalled. "They were a STAPLE of the punk revival of the late 90′s!"

"Before my time, sis," Kevin said, rolling his eyes.

Yeah, Kevin was born around 2003. He was born around my second semester as a Sophomore in High School; I remember being the third person to hold him, after Sarah and Dad, in that order.

"Hey, uh, I wanna step outside," said Kevin. "This place smells like old pee."

"Yeah, that's the beer," said Sam.

"Don't wander off too far, OK Kev?" I said. "I'll be out in a little while so we can go home."

"Aww, already?" Sam asked, teasingly. "I was hoping to have the night go on longer."

"Sorry," I said, grimacing. "It's just...he's my-"

"I'm joking," she said, smiling. "Honestly, I like that about you; you seem to be a very caring, loving sister. And I like how, even as adults, you two spend time together."

"Yeah, well," I was blushing like CRAZY. Could this date go ANY better? This was, literally speaking, the BEST date I've ever been on!

I mean, it's my second, maybe third date ever, but...yeah. BEST DATE EVER!

"Yooooo, washup?" I heard Paige speak behind me. I turned around; she was DRUNK! I mean, she was Homer Simpson levels of drunk! Maybe even Barney Gumble levels! "Howshit goin, Sham? Howshit goin, Daishy?"

"Paige?" Sam asked, concern apparent in her voice. "Are you DRUNK?"

"Naaaaaah," said Paige, hiccuping as if to immediately prove herself wrong. "I'm jusht...tipshy! So washup? Whatchoo doooooin?"

"Uh, Daisy and me are kinda on a date," said Sam. "You doing OK, honey? I can take you home!"

"Whaaaaa? And ruin your FUN evenin?" She said, almost tipping over. "Naaaaaaaah, I'm- I'm with Paaaaaaaul, ya know?"

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