We'll Be Each Other's Saviours

Chapter Three

*Time jump to Sunday*

I woke up at my usual time of six am. The concert didn't start until two in the afternoon but sleeping in for me usually meant a beating if my dad caught me off guard.

I hopped out of bed and proceeded to the shower. I finished up in less than ten minutes, stepped out and blow dried my hair. After that I changed my lip and nose piercings to small hoops, and slipped black zero gauge plugs in.

I ran back to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me to go change. I slipped into black skinnies, a BVB sweatshirt and my black and red checkered high top converse. I pulled on a black and red checkered bracelet to match my shoes and my winged BVB necklace that I never left the house without.

I ran back into the bathroom to apply my thick black eye liner, mascara and dark red lipstick before grabbing my phone and earbuds, checking that my ticket was still safely tucked in the back of my phone case before retrieving my wallet with fifteen dollars in it, which was all the money I possessed. Not wasting time, I booked it out of the house and jogged down the sidewalk, making it around the corner of my block just in time to here my dad pull his car into the drive way.

I didn't hang around to watch his stumbling form enter the house as I ran across the street, not stopping until I made it into the busy part of my town. I took a minute to get my breath back and then continued on at a much easier pace towards the music store.

I could easily spend hours in there just staring at all the beautiful guitars. Before my mom had died and when my dad had actually treated me well, before he blamed me for my moms car accident, he had taught me how to play guitar. It was the type of music store where you could try out an instrument if you were looking to buy it. The employees are required to let you try out an instrument no matter how many times you'd done it before, so it was were I could keep up with practice.

I finally made it to the store and immediately headed over to the guitars. My eyes landed on a beautiful black and electric blue marbled Fender American Special Stratocaster. I picked it up off the hook and held it in my hands. It was a guitar that I'd dreamed of owning since I was 11 years old and it didn't have a scratch on it. A store employee walked up to me and asked if I was interested in it.

"Actually I am," I replied, knowing full well I would never be able to afford it after seeing the thousand dollar price tag. I just really wanted to try playing this electric beauty. The store didn't supply an amp to plug into but the natural sound was enough for me.

"Would you like me to tune it for you? You're the first one to play it, just came in this morning," he offered. I was slightly offended that he assumed that I couldn't tune it myself because if I didn't know how, I wouldn't be looking to buy a guitar like this. I chuckled though, managing to control my short temper that I inherited from my father.

"No thanks, I got it." I tuned the guitar until I had it sounding perfect and then played the opening notes of Saviour.

When I finished playing, I looked up to see the employee staring at me in awe. "I've never heard anyone play that well without an amp, you have a real gift." He was obviously new, every employee here knew me and had heard me play at least once.

"Thank you," I replied, blushing slightly from the compliment.

"You're welcome. So, would you like to buy it?"

I looked down at the guitar with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, I can't afford it." He gave me a look of solemn understanding, gently taking the guitar from me and placing it carefully back on the rack with the other electric guitars.

We said our goodbyes and he left to help another customer while I remained stuck staring at the Strat that I'd dreamed of owning since I was a child. It made all the other guitars on the rack look like garbage. Eventually I tore myself away from it and spent the next two and a half hours wandering around the store aimlessly.

At 9:30 I left and went in and out of various other clothing shops, snagging a pair of silver aviators and a new pair of purple gauges. It wasn't easy because the security was tight but four years of non stop shop lifting had made me an expert.

I stopped and grabbed a shitty two dollar hot dog from a old and creepy looking vendor and scoffed it down. It was better than my usual breakfast of bread and if I was lucky, a slice of cheese that I would take from the only grocery store in town. I spent the rest of the time at the mall, taking a BVB pentagram necklace from Hot Topic.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I made my way to the huge town football field where the concert would be held. The only thing that this town could boast about was our all star football team that was made up of asshole jocks and jerkoffs.

It was about a half hour until one but people were already flooding in. I stood in line for a good hour before I finally got through the doors and into the main area. I looked around and saw that the stage crew was still setting up as the actual concert wasn't going to start for about half an hour.

This was my first concert and the smell of food, alcohol, and paint from all of the war paint that almost everyone was wearing nearly knocked me over. I hung out around the merch tables to escape the smells and to maybe snag some exclusive BVB merch but I couldn't bring myself to take anything. I would never dream of stealing from my idols and the ones who have saved my life so many times.

I left the merch tables and started making my way towards the stage with everyone else as the time started to approach two. I ended up getting pushed to the front of the crown and unintentionally got a front row seat, nearly being able to touch the stage. It was a few more minutes before the stage lights lit up and Andy, Ashley, Jinxx, Jake, and CC ran on stage, earning eardrum shattering screams from the crowd.

I refrained from screaming though and merely smiled with happiness at finally seeing my idols live. I could have sworn I saw Andy smile back at me but it was probably just my imagination. Why would he smile at someone as ordinary as me?

"What's up all you motherfuckers?" Andy yelled, his deep voice being heard loud and clear despite the still screaming crowd. A chorus of responses flooded my ears and the band immediately jumped into playing Heart of Fire.

This was going to be epic.

About time we finally got to the concert. I'll try get the next chapter out ASAP, maybe even tonight. Please don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts! Picture of the Fender American Special Stratocaster guitar to the side, the only difference is that the one in the story is black and electric blue marbled instead of solid black.