Encore

4 Meeting The Band

The moment I step out of the house, the wind blows across my face harshly, as if to say I'm not welcomed here. 

"Ow, mother fucker." I say as a strand of hair got in my eye. 

I hail a cab and one hauls to a stop right in front of me. I enter the cab fast, thinking the Music God has put a time limit in this opportunity. The taxi driver asks me where I'm heading to, and all I could blurb out is, "Uh...wherever the Virgin Vendetta is."

"What?"

"The band?"

"What do I look like, a helicopter pilot? I don't know where they are."

"Use Google or GP-- nevermind." And then I'm reminded of the live concert the lady in the house was watching. "Take me to a concert venue. No, no...it was a television broadcast. I didn't catch the show or channel, though."

"I think I know the place. Or not. Not sure, kiddo."

"Well we'll just drive by and see which one they're in. I have money."

The cabbie shrugs his shoulders and starts driving. I look outside intently, praying so the Music God will make it easy for me. But so far, I've seen things I never thought I'd see. Cars that are older than me. A guy wearing a bell bottom and a satin shirt with flowers on them. A bell bottom! The girls are pretty normal, I guess. Still high on the bell bottoms, though. Wow, if this really is an episode of Punk'd, it's really elaborate.

And suddenly, there are hundreds of people swarming outside a venue. It's the NBC studio and the board says the words I want to see: Music Showdown: Prodigal Slayers VS Virgin Vendetta. "Here! They're here!" I scream.

"I know, I'm not blind. Now give me what's due." the cabbie sighs. I grab some money out of my pocket and give it to him, in a hurry to see the band. I seem like a total fangirl now. It's embarrassing.

I shoulder pass all the fans and groupies, determined to get in the theatre. I get stuck right in the middle of the crowd and I see shirts being passed above my head. Being sly, I grab one to see what it is.

The shirt is black, with Virgin Vendetta written in white and yellow with a lightning font. Under it is a picture of the band. The vocalist, I assume, is a female with a messy black hair and green streaks. She is leaning forward with a mic in her hand and her face looking like she's singing the high riff of a song. On her right is the guitarist with a red and yellow guitar, posing like he's shredding it. He looks like the typical guitarist who gets all the girls, looking all handsome and crazy. On the girl's left is the bassist, with a very chill face, compared to the rest. He has a tame brown hair compared to the guitarist's spiky hair and he also holds a black bass guitar. Behind the vocalist is the drummer, lifting his sticks up high and his tongue sticking out. He has no shirt on and his hair is basically a mop of curls. 

I am already scared of this band.

I wear the shirt, just like I always do when I interview celebrities. I will ask them if they liked my shirt and comment on every inch of it. But...I got this shirt out of nowhere. What if it's been used? What if it has some kind of disease on it? But before I could pull it off, I hear a loud voice shouting at the crowd. A female voice.

"Those with passes, come the fuck in!" She shouts, causing the crowd to shift towards the door rapidly. I strain my neck to see who it is. Standing by the door is a lady about 20 years old or so with a sun hat on and red lips. She's beautiful, smiling with her dimples on her cheeks. What is this...jealousy I'm feeling.

"Who's that?" I ask the girl beside me, whoever she is. She turns to face me and puffs out smoke at my face. I cough vigorously, not seeing that coming.