Chapter 5 Concert
Two days later.
~Music blasting downstairs.~
I walk downstairs to see my soon to be husband blaring his music at 5 am in the morning. Nice way to wake me up. Haha.
'Hey. Babe, your music is kinda loud.'
'Sorry hun, it's the concert today, remember?'
'Oh yeah. Sorry. Kinda forgot with you asking me to marry you.'
'It's fine, you wanna announce were getting married at the concert I talked to my managers and if your okay with it they are too.'
'Okay. I get to come on stage?'
'Yeah you do.'
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At the concert.
'ARE YOU READY!?!?!?' He loudly screamed.
'Yeah!' The audience replied.
'SO YOU GUYS WANNA HEAR SOMETHING EXCITING?'
'Yeah!'
'COME ON OUT KRISTIN!'
I walk out on stage my heart beating so fast I think it'll burst. In on stage with my new fiancée Marilyn Manson. Wow. That sounds so weird.
'MEET MY NEW FIANCÉE KRISTIN!'
'YEAHHHH!' Screams the audience.
'Say hi Kristin. They love you.' He whispers.
'HEY GUYS!' I scream.
'DO YOU GUYS THINK I SHOULD KEEP HER?'
'YEAH!'
'CAUSE WERE GETTING MARRIED!'
The crowd whoops and cheers. They scream 'WE LOVE KRISTIN!'. They keep repeating it and it seems like forever when they stop. I'm glad they like me because I was worried they wouldn't. That would suck. I'm glad.
'SHOULD KRISTIN HELP ME SING?'
'Yeah!'
'OUR FIRST SONG WILL BE DEEP SIX!'
'WANNA KNOW WHAT ZEUS SAID TO NARCISSUS YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF! WANNA KNOW WHAT ZEUS SAID TO NARCISSUS BETTER WATCH YOURSELF BETTER WATCH YOURSELF!'
We sing in unison.
'YEAH!'
'Love is evol.'
'Con is confidence.'
'Eros is sore.'
'Sin is sincere.'
We finish the song and he stays on stage while I go meet some other artists.
A/N So guys I almost got to go to Marilyn Manson in Saskatoon but my mom worried about the audience there so probably not going. Totally sucks. But I tried. Now I'm gonna cry cus I was gonna pay for the tickets and everything! Who cares about the audience. Man. Why can't people be normal. Then I'd get to go. Well. I hate people that's another reason to add to my list.
Picture at top: (S)aint.
Twiggy. </3 <~ My broken heart.
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