dear them,
i saw you.
it was my first concert ever.
and i saw your faces in the front row, holding up giant posters and wearing t-shirts with my name on them.
you want to know what i did?
i called you out.
i said, "hey! look over there! those are the people that inspired these songs!"
everyone gasped.
"you know what? they should face the consequences. security, get them out of here."
and that's exactly what happened.
sorry.
(not really)
sincerely,
lana
YOU ARE READING
radio // completed
Short Story"baby, love me, 'cause i'm playin' on the radio. how do you like me now?" ~~~ ©carolyn all rights reserved don't steal that's rude disclaimer: i wrote this in sixth grade. it's bad. you have been warned.
