We pulled into the parking lot of a huge building called The Grande Maison. We were here to see one of our favorite groups perform: Twenty-One Pilots.
When we heard the were going to be in California, we couldn't miss it. We begged our parents for tickets for three months and they finally said no because it was too expensive. So we took jobs and volunteered anywhere we could to make enough money to go to the concert. It took us a while but in the end we made about $400 so we upgraded to VIP and we get to meet all groups performing after.
"Do you wanna grab something to eat?" Jake asked when we parked.
"No I wanna see the opening act, they might be good." I answered.
"Alright I guess we could get some snacks in there."
We walked into the hall and Jake went somewhere to find a concession stand. The hall was filled with a good amount of people but wasn't packed yet. I found a good spot close to the front.
There was a Twenty One Pilots banner spanning the whole background of the stage. On either side there were smaller banners for a band called 5 Seconds of Summer. Who the hell are they? With a name like that they can't be good enough to open for Twenty One Pilots.
Jake came back eating a tray of corn dogs and handed me a plate of nachos. The lights dimmed and a voice came over the speaker.
"Please silence all cell phones for the duration of the show." The voice boomed. "...now please welcome, 5 Seconds of Summer!" The stadium erupted with screaming girls. Four boys walked onstage.
One carried a bass guitar with a Union Jack spray painted on it. He had short, dark brown hair with light brown streaks. He kind of looked like a baby in an adorable way.
There was another boy with brownish blond hair was standing in the middle of the stage. He held a white guitar with a black pic guard. His electric blue eyes stared into the crowd. He looked really hot.
Then there was a boy with dark red hair who also carried a guitar. His was black and had two white X stickers on it. There was something mysterious about him...
The last one sat behind the drums. He had brown hair with a black bandana wrapped around it. There was something familiar about his hair and perfect milky complexion.
And then I saw it. The white Starbucks cup next to the drums. That was the attractive guy who payed for my drink. The one who was so interested in my camera. He's in a band? Why didn't he tell me? Well I didn't tell him much about who I was either.
The mysterious one and the baby started played a few strums on their instruments. The Starbucks boy joined in and the hot one started singing. "My girlfriends bitchin' cuz I always sleep in!"
The stadium exploded. Girls were screaming everywhere. "SHE'S KINDA HOT THOUGH!" they sang along. People were chanting and pushing through the crowds. I turned around and a girl was holding a sign that said "Michael and Calum are my fathers". Not knowing what that meant, I turned around and tapped my brother. "Who are these guys?" I asked.
"Some pop boy band from Australia." Jake answered. I groaned. So typical, a foreign boy band stealing the hearts of millions of girls. How are they opening for the Twenty-One Pilots? "They say we're losers but we're alright with that..." they sang. "We are the leaders of the not coming backs..." They weren't bad but I couldn't stand the idea of another boy band. I was such a cliche idea. They're going to sweep the nation and every girl off her feet and in 2 years they're going to be gone never to be heard from again. They finished their song and, once again, the stadium erupted.
"I'm Luke." The hot one said.
"I'm Calum." The baby said.
"My name's Michael." The mysterious one said.
And finally,"I'm Ashton," the Starbucks boy said.
"And we're Five Seconds Of Summer!" The Australian accents made it sound like their words didn't have endings. It was more like "And we ahh foive seconds of summah." But I'm not one to judge.
So my Starbucks hero was an Australian pop band drummer. Not bad but, not what I expected.
