Let's Forget Everything (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 3

Our day of skipping school was spent queuing up in the line for the concert. We got to the venue a good eight hours before the doors open because we were determined to be as close to the stage as possible. We luckily were in the top five hundred so we each got a bracelet that would let us into the first barricade. The excitement grew in the pit of my stomach as we approached the inside of the building. I looked from Sam to Callie, big smiles plastered on each of our faces.

The concert was amazing. I live for times like these, where you are so lost in the moment that you forget the world. You forget about that English paper due next week, you forget about all your insecurities, all the meaningless day to day worries; every part of you is there, in that moment and it's the most amazing feeling in the world.

There were so many people and since we were close to the front, all the crowd surfers fell on our heads as they reached the stage. All the people and the sweating and the jumping started to be a little too much for the three of us to handle. After All Time Low finished, I turned to Callie, "We should go find somewhere to sit down," I said, cupping my hands over her ear.

All Time Low was co-headlining with another band we didn't really know, so we didn't care about being by the stage to watch their set.

She nodded repeatedly, the sweat dripping down her face.

I elbowed Sam and signaled her with my head to follow us. Holding hands, the three of us made our way through the mass of people.

After pushing our way to the bar, the music playing through the speakers grew less intense and we could finally hear ourselves talk. I struggled to get myself up on the high bar stool, but finally was able to awkwardly seat myself.

"Can we all just get a bottle of water please?" Sam asked the bartender, starting to catch her breath again.

The bartender bent down and picked up three water bottles, "Here you go girls."

We each put five dollars on the counter and muttered a barely recognizable thank you before chugging our water in no time.

The bartender smiled and picked up the cash.

After about five minutes we were all hydrated and watching as the stage crew started setting up for the other band to take the stage. As I was finishing what was left of my bottle of water, Callie tapped my shoulder.

I looked over at her to see her staring at something behind me. The smirk on her face told me it was something I would want to see. Sipping my water, I turned around to see a boy dancing to the music they were playing in between sets, I think it was a Lil Wayne song. I don't know if you could really call it dancing though. He was moving his free hand around, while the other one hugged a beer can. His back was facing me, however the red in his hair gave him away.

"Oh my god," I muttered to Callie, who at this point was almost hysterically laughing.

"Do you know that guy?" Sam asked, having caught on to the conversation.

"He's friends with Bradley Walker," I sighed.

"How did he even get alcohol here, he's gotta be like 18," Sam wondered out loud.

"I don't know but wow is he putting on a show," Callie giggled into her hand.

Just as I was about to say something about his terrible dance moves, he turned around and stared in our general direction.

Oh god. There is no way he could've heard us, could he? The music was way too loud and not only that but he was a good distance away.

Then I realized we were sitting at the bar, he was probably looking to scam the bartender into serving him another drink.