the seminal's ; b.u | [ REWRITE IN PROGRESS ]

Chapter 1

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• Dani's  POV •
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"Monica, I'd highly appreciate if you'd stop pulling me to these concerts that I'm not even a fan of. You're just wasting your money." I wasn't joking when I told Monica to stop pulling me. She was in fact, pulling on the middle of my forearm, yanking me to the front of the venue, where I would soon be accursed by the sound of techno cabaret music drilling through my ears. It's not as pleasant as it sounds, trust me.

Monica has always dragged me to these types of shows for years, and when I say "these types", I mean The Seminal's. She has always been a pop punk kid at heart, but me on the other-hand, has not.

It's not that I don't enjoy their music, it's just it's not what I prefer. In fact, I don't prefer any type of music genre for that matter. I've always been that type of girl who never acknowledged others success in life, which is why I never acknowledged this band or any musician, really. It never stuck out to me, besides this specific band name, that's something that I'll always remember. The name is so prototypical that it's hard to forget. The Seminal's. Which really makes my brain  wonder why they came up with the name "The Seminal's" because seminal means to "influence later developments". I guess it really doesn't matter where their band name originated from, because they are still a popular band, even with the questionable name. 

Monica released her grasp from my forearm, finally. It was still daylight out at 6:14 pm in the middle of summer. We've been waiting in line for quite some time now, and the entire time I was thinking if this was really worth it. Allowing a best friend to drag me to a band that I would never see in a billion years, not even if someone paid me money. Sometimes, I feel like an elder. An old lady voice always rings in my head, saying that all this music is just noise, but it really is. No one who is a musician will ever admit it though.

The line progressively goes quicker than expected and my patience gets lower. Just a few more steps and I'll more than likely have the worst time of my life tonight, but I think I've stated that before.

The security guard gives us a deceiving look as if he doesn't believe that our tickets are real, which one if the many things that I hate about security guards. They never believe anything. He smiles at me because I have a smug look on my face, indicating that I have no passion to be here. I don't think he wants to be here either. 

We later find our seats and I just had to survive two opening acts, and a mediocre soloist to get to the band that we were originally here for. 

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"Encore! Encore! Encore!" chanted the crowd. I never realized how intense The Seminal's were, until they came out on stage, and every beloved fangirl in that room went completely nuts and begged for them to play more songs. You could tell they were annoyed, but they should've expected it. They are entertainers for a reason.  

"Sorry guys that's all we have for tonight! We will see you next time!" said the frontman who seemed to be the center of attention the whole time, but I think I recall Monica saying that there are only two members left and the other two are just there for touring purposes. At least they're getting paid. The frontman's sweaty, toned body had walked off the stage, this guy must've made every girl lose their voice box tonight, due to his stripping. I cant deny that he was attractive, because he was, but I think everyone on that stage was in fact good looking, not just him. He was just shirtless and thats what fangirls live for in their imaginary musician husband. Classic.