Music to My Ears

Chapter One (FIGHT!!!)

“Remind me again why I’m letting you drag me to a Justin Bieber concert, Lil? You hate Justin Bieber,” my sister whined for the umpteenth time in five minutes.

“Because Emblem3 is opening for him. Even though, I think it should be the other way around. They have so much more actual talent.”

“Harsh, don’t you think.”

“You’ve known me how long, and you think that was harsh? Have you heard what I’ve said to Isaiah?”

She laughed as we practically got shoved into a huge mountain of a man. “Tickets.”

“Not even please?” I smiled as sweetly as I could as I handed him our tickets.

“Cute.” He didn’t even crack a smile. I thought those London guards were tough. He handed us back our tickets. “Go ahead.”

“Thank you!” I gave him my best smile, then straightened my face as much as I could. “You should try smiling some time. You might feel better. Hey, don’t make me get Elmo.” I saw the right side of his mouth curve slightly as my sister dragged me away, until he turned away to the next person in line.

“Why do you always have to screw with people? You’re gonna get beat up one of these days.”

“Eh. So what. Ain’t nobody gone lay a finger on this girl without getting their balls ripped off. You of all people should know I’d kick anybody’s ass who tried to kick mine. If they don’t like me they can kiss me arse and suck my imaginary dick!” I said the last sentence just a little too loudly.

“Shh! People are staring! And your Irish is coming out,” Maci whisper yelled and looked around frantically.

“So what? I’m a quarter Irish, and part everything else. If I wanna yell kiss me arse, I’ll yell kiss me arse!”

She stifled a laugh. “Whatever. I’m just saying that anyone who didn’t know you would think you’re drunk. And these people freak me out, can we just go find our seats?”

I finally looked around me and realized how many people were already around us. I started to feel faint and not so hyped as I was ten seconds ago. Me = major claustrophobe. “Uh. Yeah. I’m started to get a little claustrophobic.”

I followed my sister, but heard some yelling to my right. I grabbed her arm and yanked her hard towards the yelling. (So what, I’m curious. Like you wouldn’t follow loud yelling outside into a dark alley… Okay, so maybe I’m just a psychopath who desperately needs to see someone get punched in the face right now. Oo! I hope it’s Justin Bieber!)

We stepped into the darkness and saw – guess what?! – Justin Bieber and Drew Chadwick yelling their arses off.

“Well, I’d rather be a dumb bastard then an idiotic asshole!” I saw Justin – ironically – yell into Drew’s face. Then he – shocker – spat in his face.

Drew looked piiiissseedd.

My sister kept trying to drag me back inside, but I was already almost hypnotically headed towards the fight. “Lils, we should go. Come on, Lily. Let’s. Go!”

I shook her off as Drew pulled back to punch Justin. Don’t ask why, but – instinctively, I guess (call it my maternal instincts if you will. Or my conscience) – I put my hand over his about a centimeter from Justin’s face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He shook me off, looking madder than ever, and looked me up and down. “What are you gonna do about it, Bieberette? Sparkle me to death.”

My eyes clouded over and I stepped up until our noses were touching. It didn’t even register that I was THIS CLOSE to Drew fucking Chadwick. I was that mad. “Look, douche weed,” I don’t know what stopped me from using an actual cuss word like I normally would have. “For your information, the only reason I’m at a Justin Dumb Butt concert is because you guys were opening for him. And I may only be five feet four inches and a hundred and seventeen pounds, but I’m pure muscle and I’m pretty sure I could kick your arse from here to Russia and leave your little piggy backside in Siberia to starve to death.”

Seeing the look in my eyes and hearing my Irish and Russian come out, he looked mildly scared until we heard the squeal of tires, a thump, and a crunch. I whipped around to see Justin laying on the  ground. I was by his side before the driver could even get out. Seeing that he was unconscious, I felt for a pulse and listened for his breath. When, I got nothing I shook his shoulder. “Justin. Justin? Can you hear me?!” I asked loudly, just like my CPR training taught me to.

I heard the driver and my sister freaking out behind me. I turned to Drew, who seemed like the only one capable of reasonable thought at the moment. “Call an ambulance.”

“Hell no. His ass can die.”

I jumped up, and slapped him in the face as hard as I could and grabbed his shirt. “Pick up the god blessed phone and call an ambulance before you need one yourself. He could be dying! Put your petty fight aside for ten freaking seconds or you’ll have a death on your conscious.”

I dropped him and quickly knelt by Justin, checked if he still wasn’t breathing, and started CPR, knowing he only has ten minutes to live. “C’mon, Justin. You can do this. C’mon you douche weed. There’s no way I’m gonna let you die on me,” I said breathlessly.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take one more push, I heard a crack and he gasped. I dropped to the ground next to him and mumbled, “Thank the Lord Jesus.” I halfheartedly pushed him back to the ground as he tried to sit up.

The last thing I remember before I passed out was sirens and a really hot EMT asking me if I was okay.