"CHANTEL HURRY UP OR WERE GONNA BE LATE!" Vanessa calls out I roll my eyes
"VANESSA IM COMING CAN I TIE MY SHOE?" She groans I lace up my Chuck and dust my hands off
Tonight Vanessa and I were attending a Internet concert her boyfriend got us backstage passes for her birthday she loves them. I on the other hand am just fond of the music not really as big of a fan as she is.
My name is Chantel Chapman I'm 21 years old and I live in Los Angeles California . I'm about 5'3 Purple curly hair, Brown skin. My best friend Vanessa was your typical lightskin She had dirty blonde hair dark brown eyes she was pretty thats all you really need to know.
She lives with me in our house we bought after we graduated high school. We grew up together our moms happened to work at the same job. Our childhoods were not perfect at all..
Vanessa's dad was a drunk beat and molested her and her sisters and almost nearly killed her mom my dad died in a drive by because he was associated with gangs that he had no business running around with. Through our childhood me and Vanessa are what kept each other alive and sane no one I mean no one can share the bond that me and Vanessa share she's my blood with out sharing the DNA my Rock my all.
Enough of our background. I'm currently in school to be a special effects makeup artist it's always been a dream of mines to create and hopefully by going to school to do what I love will pay off. Vanessa is astounding photographer she takes some of the best landscape pictures you would ever see.
I grab my phone and purse and walk out to the living room where Vanessa was dazzled up head to toe.
"Nessa were going to a concert with bodies and heat not the fucking Gala." I say she looked like Beyoncé dressed her for a lemonade video remake.
"I know but still were meeting the band were not just going to be in the crowd I have to look nice. You look like what you look like everyday I want to leave a impression." She applies a layer of dark red lipstick I roll my eyes once more
"I dress fine I'm always comfortable and I feel confident in what I wear all the time hell give me a trash bag I'll make it thee most sexiest bag that trash belongs in you've ever seen." She laughs so do I
"Come on before we be late and there's no more parking." She grabs her car keys and we hop in her black Charger I hook up my iPhone to the AUX cord and play Souled Out By Jhene Aiko on shuffle.
*at the concert*
It was about a 45 minute ride and we barely made it to the venue on time. We had made our way to the back of the venue where there was guard by the door.
"Excuse me ladies your not allowed back here." He says standing tall and broad Vanessa and I flash our passes he pulls out a flash light and looks at them.
"Alright I apologise come on in." He steps to the side and let's us in the backstage area where it was like the hustle and bustle of a New York street.
"Oh my god Cha! We're really here!" She holds in her squeals slapping my arm I look her way with a chill the fuck out face
"Vanessa you are meeting grown people who are in your age group please act like it." I say she kisses her teeth
"Whatever... Wait is that them?" She looks ahead to see a bald head a dude in a hat and some dreads
"I don't know I think that's Matt's head." I say I mean who can't notice his head
