Contumacious

Parte 15

Shaking him roughly, I began waking him up.

"Well guess I'm going to see that band alone." I said loudly, as I technically realised I didn't know the name of the band I was going to attend, was it five something or something five? Did it even have a five?

Grabbing the envelope from under the door, he was awake by then. Sitting at the edge of the bed.

I took one last sip of my now not very hot coffee, and began dressing. By the time I was ready, so was he.

I was in over worn blue jeans and a white basic, as he was in similar darker jeans, and a stripped shirt.

Getting inside the car, the road trip was anything but quiet. He kept talking and talking about how great they were and how their songs hit the top charts while I was failing miserably at trying to catch their name from what he was saying.

A good 30 minutes later of trying to get through the crowd we were finally in the given location. And boy was it crowded.

Right behind our eyes was a big muscular guy. Not a cute muscular, a 'I'm easily beating your ass muscular'. 

He wasn't scary though. After handing him the two papers the shorter kid standing in front of me wouldn't stop grinning. He definitely was excited about all of this.

"Please give the guy in black your tickets and he'll lead you in," he said as he pointed his finger to a similarly dressed man.

We were getting closer and closer to the huge stage where you were doing an effort to catch our breathes. Mine at least.

With the smile still drawn on his face he turned to me and said, "for real though, thanks for the tickets, you shouldn't have bothered. I'm the one forcing you to come after all," he pressed.

"You're not 'forcing' me," I chuckled. "You can't as a matter of fact," I continued with a wink, as he supposedly didn't hear from the blasting music.

As time passed the place began to fill up. A lot of damn people were in one damn place. Suddenly everyone began cheering even louder as a bunch of guys not older than 22 began making making their way to the middle of the stage.

Waving their hands up above their heads, "Good evening, San Diego," one of them yelled into a mic. Who was probably the group leader. It was so loud I was sure to get a headache.

Eric wasn't himself anymore, he was singing along some quiet english song.
It was so english it wouldn't skip your ears. Sharp British accent was filling the whole place.

Two songs later I assume, Eric turned to me and squeezed my neck with his arms, because it wasn't already hard to breathe.

"Thank you so much," he said into my ears. His mouth a few inches away, probably I never wouldn't have heard him if he was any further.

"The Golden Circle, was usually crappy." He continued still attempting to accidentally choke me.

"No big," I said finally wrapping my arms around the small waist of his.

It was loud, awkward, uncomfortable and weird. All of the above. He slowly loosened his grip around my neck. That was my sign. I let go of him, as he sluggishly smiled at me and caught up with the song they'd begun.

3 hours. 3 damn hours in this hell demo. The dudes on stage who didn't loose a bit of their energy since they made their first entrance. One on the back right sitting on an awfully small chair with two sticks beating on a drum. Another with a rock guitar on the left side, aggressively moving his hands up and down causing all the strings to vibrate. Moving his other hand accordingly to the beat. Both guys dressed in black drawing all attention to their leader in a white shirt.