Microphone - Luke Hemmings

3. YAY Electricity

I cannot comprehend for the life of me how someone would spend a wealth in front row tickets for a concert that starts at 6 in the evening and then drive there at 3 in the afternoon to get a good view of the stage. What is the point of getting expensive tickets if you're going to end up waiting in front of an arena for 4 hours?

 My sister was complaining all the way to the shitty concert with her little friend in the back seat of my dad's car about how late they are and how crowded the place would be. I, on the other hand, was ready to drive through a cliff and just die at that instant from the physical pain I was going through because of how stupid they sound and how extremely irritated I was at the whole world for putting me in the most awful situation imaginable.

 Furious is an understatement if I wanted to describe my feelings right now. I was fighting my demons and my knuckles were turning white from holding the driving wheel so hard. I was 2 seconds away from slapping my annoying sister and kicking her double gangers behind me. Their voices were extremely high and aggravating and I just tried my best to keep my eyes on the road and not look at them, because I was sure I will just vomit if I did. The sigh of the arena approaching gradually was the only thing that kept me from destroying everything, I just had to get out of the car and everything will be alright. I just need a fresh breath of air.

 After finally finding a place to park the car I slammed the door and took a deep breath walking towards the deepest darkest hell.

Apparently my sister and her miniature friends are not the only ones who lose all forms of common sense when going to concerts, because the doors of the Arena were loaded with people. About 800 girls and some boys scattered here and there were standing screaming and chatting to each other and they all looked the same to me. At that right moments I wished I was back in the car, this felt like the car ride from home but only a thousand times worse and I'm not sure if I can keep my fists in my pockets and tongue in my mouth before I lash out and scream and curse every single human being in this place. 

My outfit choice, which consisted of sweat pants and an old T-shirt I stole from Sammy long ago, were nice evidence that I was not enjoying being here at all. My choice of outfit and my grumpy face earned me multiple dirty confused looks from the fangirls who all looked the same and had the same outfits on. I was pretty sure by now that this would be the worst night of my whole entire existence. For a moment I wished I could just enjoy this and have a bit of fun, but I couldn't bring myself to act excited because this was the last place I wanted to be in. I wish I could find someone who would be willing to take the ticket and go instead of me, but I soon realized that I could not trust my sister with anyone and no matter how annoying and pathetic she was I could not afford to lose her here in this packed place probably full of pedophiles. So I ended up waiting in front of an arena surrounded by girls who could not wait for the concert to start singing the songs and just decided to go on and on about the perfect girl in the underwear and the "know it , know it, know it" bullshit. I was extremely impressed with my overflowing sense of self control because when the doors finally opened at around 5h30 I haven't hit or molested anyone and that's something every single person in this place should be thankful for. After a lot of pushing and shoving we were able to get to our little spot right behind the barrier. My sister was floating in an ocean of happiness and I couldn't help but groan at how affected she was by this boy band.

"Tonight is going to be the best night of my life." she cheered looking at the stage "We can touch them from here." she giggled reaching out for the stage with her hands.

She looked genuinely excited and I couldn't help but envy her a little bit. I cannot remember the last time I got thrilled about something.

 Since my mother left us when I was ten to travel the world with her French young boyfriend, my dad went through a very depressive period in his life and just decided to leave New York for 'a new life' in Europe. With my mother not home anymore and my father being a workaholic, I raised myself and my sister who was only four at the time. With the huge responsibilities that life handed my way at a very young age, I ended up taking everything so seriously; even boxing classes and karaoke nights with my friends caused me stress because everything had to be perfect.