.The life of dating a worldwide known rock star. Some call it amazing, other a once in a lifetime experience. For me, the most stressful shit ever. Do you know how hard it is to convince security my boyfriend is playing at a show inside the venue and I have to be inside? Let's not forget the crowd of girls that usually surround me. Mikey somehow is always able to loss me walking into a venue and I get lost in the crowd of screaming girls and have to wait outside the door until someone comes to get me. Not anymore.
With my amazing artistic skills, note the sarcasm, I made a shirt with the perfect saying right on the front of it, now they'll never confuse me. I tested my idea one day while going into the Staples Center. Fans somehow got their way through the gates and started running for us. I wasn't one to run when tired, and after being abruptly waken up from my sleep and told to run I made a sprint for the door, of course not making it with the band. The door closed and the swarm of girls surrounded me as I lowered my head and walked forward trying my best not to step on any toes. I made my way to the door and the two guys guarding at security started blocking people off.
"Hey hey! I'm with the band let me in!" I looked up as I said my plead and the security guard just kept pushing us back.
"Sorry ladies, can't come in this way. If you got a ticket go wait by the main entrance." Mother fucker! The crowd of girls was getting smaller but there were still a lot pushing me around. Now it's time for my plan, this is when my shirt comes in action! I made my way to the front again and quickly said, "Hey look at my shirt now let me in!" I pointed to my shirt and he tilted his head sideways to read my scribbly handwriting of "Let me in or I can get you fired."
He made a face and pushed me back with the rest of the girls screaming the different band members name.
"Better luck next time missy, but I'm not stupid." I made a face as the door they were trying so hard to block opened and my familiar black haired guy popped his head out. I quickly ran forward where he hugged me and pulled me inside. "Knew I left something behind." Mikey said with a laugh.
"Oh fuck off! You do this all the time." I made a face and he grabbed onto my shoulders and looked down at my shirt.
"Didn't work?" He slouched an eyebrow and smirked.
"No it did not and that reminds me." I wiggled out of his light grasp and walked back up to the door opening it. I turned my head to the security guard that wouldn't let me in. His face was blank as I smiled but quickly changed it to a silly face, sticking my tongue out then giving him the middle finger. I slammed the door shut and leaned against the door as if I was holding it closed from zombies. Mikey tilted his head in my direction but then quickly shook his head and extended one arm toward me. I smiled and ran next to him pulling his arm around my shoulder and walked away happily.
