Is Anyone There At All

Concert

Myrhella's P.O.V

"It will be okay" said Ella, my best friend before I was about to leave my small town in New Mexico. I started crying, I couldn't take it anymore, why did all this happen to me? I had to go live in Pennsylvania with my uncle because my dad left when I was little and my mom overdosed on drugs. I'm not sad about that, I don't want to leave my friend Ella and her family, they cared about me when no one else did.
"Bye"
"Call me all the time"
"I'll try"
"Take your pills"
"Your my best friend, not my legal guardian"
"Whatever"
I got on the plane. It was a short flight, I didn't have much luggage, all I had was my phone and earbuds that Ella got me for my birthday, 100 dollars in cash that I got from mowing grass the previous summer, two suitcases full of clothes, and a small cactus that Ella and I bought. Not much, but that is all I own. Oh, yeah I also have pills, anxiety pills, depression pills, basically any kind of pill for a troubled 16 year old girl. All I want to do is listen to 5 Seconds Of Summer, they're my favorite band, even though they aren't very popular. I also like black veil brides, paramore, the neighbourhood, and stuff like that. Avril Lavigne is my favorite singers. Also Melanie Martinez, she's awsome. When I got of the plane in Pittsburgh, all I saw where high class rich kids and lost rednecks. Then I saw my Uncle Marvin, he was setting on a bench beside an old man in worn out jeans and a camo tee shirt and a bleach blond teenage girl who was screaming something about Taylor Swift to her iPhone 6 s. All I had to yell at was a small flea market touch screen, it must have been one of the first touch screens made, but I used it.
"Are you Marvin Adams?"
"Are you Myrhella Dudly?"
"Yeah"
"Well then, hurry up girl, it's a 4 hour drive to the house from here, the truck's out by the doors"
I'm walking out all I heard is the word yinz, from every angle it's "how are yinz" or "I missed yinz". I hate it here. After the horrible 4hr. drive, we get to a small town. The welcome sign was half rusted but I can still tell it said. When we are driving I don't see much, a belko foods, a gas station, a large Pentecostal church, and a lot of houses. After we get to the old, white and black, 2 story house on the outskirts of town, I go upstairs where my room is. All that's here is a bed, a nightstand, and a closet. I wish I was back home with Ella, we would be prank phone calling my gossiping neighbour Beverly or chilling with her friends that I tolerated right now. I sit on my bed and think about Ella and New Mexico and Andy Beirsack (the awesome lead singer of Black Veil Brides) I decide to listen to Rebel Love Song by BVB, I love that song. I fall asleep. Next thing I know my uncle is shakeing me awake saying "Get up, you gotta' go down to bells to get the groceries". "Whatever". I go down stairs to the dull living room to grab the keys to the red, beat up truck. I hate driving, I don't know why but I hate it. As I'm driveing, I almost hit a turtle I picked it up, now it has a name, Tim. After I get the groceries, I see something I haven't noticed before. A thrift shop. Yassss. I love thrift shops. I put the groceries in the car and roll down the windows so Tim an breath. (Maybe I took him in the store). I walk in, and my eyes immediately go to the vintage t-shirts. I might be a hipster. I look at them, mostly band shirts. Band shirts might be my life. I pick up 6 shirts and go to pay for them. As I'm walking out, I see a flyer for a local band. Hey Violet, they're doing a show tonight in the town beside us. It's only a 30 minute drive, I might go. They look cool. I get home and let Tim wander around my room because I don't have a cage thingy. The concert is in an hour, I made up my mide, I'm going. My uncle is asleep so I'm just going to level a note. I shower and put on ripped skinny jeans and a Sleeping With Sirens shirt. I drive there and park across the street. I pay the admission fee and walk in. The lead singer has rainbow dread locks, I want her hair. My hair is chocolate brown with random color streaks. Then I see the drummer, we have the same exact hair color. The pianist is platinum blonde. The only dude in the band is the guitarist. He's cute, nuts he's no Michael Clifford. Wait, Michael Clifford has blue hair. That's important because I see blue hair. It's probably just a random person. Then I see a 6''4 blonde standing beside blue hair. I'm imagining. "Ok, so this next song is for my boyfriend Michael Clifford" said the lead singer, as she pointed at blue hair. Times like these I'm glad 5sos isn't popular. They went in tour with ATL last year and they were at Warped tour in 2013, other than that, nothing. "Flash back when we both wore halos, you were my cure and I was your dark angel,fires are meant to burn us, fights are meant to warn us, we could loose it all I'd we don't reignite this" the lead singer sang. I like this song, there's just something about it. After the concert ends and most of the crowd is gone, I try to find Michael. I have to, favorite band. I get backstage somehow. I find the drummer from Hey Violet. "Hey, I'm Nia, did you like the show, I love your hair, it's just so bright, I like bright colors, oh, you like sleeping with Sirens don't you, I like them too" she rambled. "Oh, I'm Myrhella, and I did, you guys are really talented" I said. Not lying, they are. Now I feel selfish. Great. Then blond, dreadlocks, and only dude walks over. "Myr, it's is Ren, Mir, and Casey" she said. "Wait, your name is Miranda also?" Miranda asked. "No, it's Myrhella" I said, my names Italian. "Oh, cool name" she said. "If anyone has a cool name it's Rena and Nia" I said. It's true, who has those names? "Thank you" they said in sync. Then something horrible happened, Michael walked up and kissed Rena. RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!!!

so, what do you think? I actually started this last year and it was in NY drafts 4ever, so I added to it, and this happend. I also based Myrhella of a girl that I know. And If you know who's picture I used, ily.