Violet [Harry Styles]

Chapter 3

Violet stood in the cluttered crowd of two hundred people, waiting for the first band to come out.

She had been waiting for two hours in the viscous, long, line earlier, but nothing could break the mood she was in, her excitement, and how her energy level was off the roof.

She was wearing black skinny jeans, a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and her heavy black combat boots. She knew not to wear anything that had sleeves, cause if she did, her body would be drenched with sweat when she got home.

Violet was crampt and uncomfortable, as she could feel other people's breaths on her, and how her body was rubbing against some old, sweaty, tattoo'd bald man. She felt she had absolutely no space at all, everyone was so close and compacted together.

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The first two bands were okay, but not something Violet would listen to all the time. One of them was a folktale band, and the other was a pop band.

When the third band came out, there were four guys, and they all had tattoo's. There were three guitarists, and one drummer. The lead singer walked up and held the microphone between his hands and said, "Were, 'The Rip Tide,' and this song is called, 'Say it ain't so.'"

The boy had a British accent, and Violet could hear loud whispers around her saying, "He's hot," or, "I want to date him."

He had luscious, chocolate brown hair pushing up against forehead that glistened in the light, and he was wearing a black leather jacket, with black skinny jeans and black boots. Nice, Violet thought, someone who understood her style.

She couldn't see the color of his eyes, but all she thought was that they were probably pretty.

The boy with the British accent gulped with his Adam's apple moving up and down before the guitar began, and he started to sing.

"Oh yeah, alright."

"Somebody's Heine' is crowdin my ice box, somebody's cold one is givin' me chills. Guess I'll just close my eyes."

"Oh yeah, alright, feels good, inside."

Violet jumped up and down with the rest of the crowd, while she held her arms up, having her fingers hold up the classic rock symbol. The Rip Tide's music was indie rock, not metal, not pop, classic indie rock, and Violet loved that.

"Flip on the tele, Wrestle with Jimmy, something is bubbling behind my back, the bottles ready to blow"

The boy stopped singing, and Violet watched as he did his guitar solo, the way his long finger moved up and down the tiny thin guitar strings, and how he was on his knees, on the floor, gritting his teeth while sweat ran down his forehead.

She's never had a crush on anyone, never in her entire life, and there was no way Violet was having crazy, sexual thoughts about the hot singer, standing right in front of her. She just thinks he's attractive, that's all, cause she would never want to be one of those annoying fan girls that think the whole world ravels around their idols.

"Say it ain't so! Your drug is a heartbreaker."

"Say it ain't so! My love is a life taker."

The tempo of the song started to slow down, and Violet watched as the blue and red lights glimmered down on him.

"I can't confront you, I never could do, that which might hurt you, so try to be cool. When I say, this way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further everyday, so be cool."

"Say it ain't so! Your drug is a heartbreaker."

"Say it ain't so! My life is a love taker."