Forget Me Not

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The crowd was wild. They were pushing and jumping and headbanging, and Perrie loved it. Nothing made her feel so alive. The bass was in her soul and the lyrics in her heart. The screams were deafening, but the music even more so. The present smells of sweat overflowed the actual supply of oxygen, but Perrie couldn't care less. Someone elbowed her in the rib, and she had a face full of hair, but she was too close to the stage to let any of that bother her. The crowd moved as one and her own voice was hoarse from her cries of unending love to M. Shadows. Perrie raised her hands to hold a part of the wheelchair the guy crowd surfing was in. It was the coolest thing ever.

The music shook her very bones and forced her to pay attention to each word uttered. The epic guitar and speaker vibrations felt like they were moving her organs around. Perrie rocked on the heels of her with arms raised high beating the air to the time of the music. The boys were killing their set and the crowd loved it. They all moved as one; every last person was bouncing to the rapidly thumping drum beat. Each falling into the hands of the music and letting it do them what it wanted to. Perrie relished it more than all the stars in the sky or the warmth of the sun. 

She relished the moments of not knowing her own name, of hearing the most bitchin' riff. The moments of screaming the same lyrics with a complete stranger and feeling a bond with them that she couldn't find anywhere else. It didn't matter that Perrie had never met any of these people in her life; they shared a mutual love of music. As solid and real as the beat of her heart. There was no judgement here; it didn't matter if you were young or old rich or poor. They were all sweating and smelling and headbanging like their lives depended on it. This was her place. These were, for lack of a better term. Her people.

The opening for Nightmare began and the roar of her brethren was calamitous; everyone sticking up devil horns. “Okay how many crazy motherfuckers are here right now?” Shadows was met with a thunderous roar. “I wanna see how fucking crazy the English can get.” The crowd screamed the deafening clamour of an army at battle. Shadows made a circular motion with his finger and Perrie watched as people started clearing a large space for a circle pit. There was one guy in shorts hopping around in the middle looking pumped. She could feel rising excitement and adrenaline pumped in her veins. This was going to be epic.

Dragged ya down below. Down to the devil's show

 They got the ball rolling, as people started running around like a herd of elephants in a ring. Slamming and shoving against each other aggressively. The thunks of heavy feet echoed as they stormed. Each scream was a battle cry, and they were all warriors. The best thing about this was no one was trying to beat another up. It was a friendly release of aggression. If someone fell you picked them up. If someone punched you, you smiled and punched them back. It was the kind of controlled chaos Perrie craved.

Nothing stops the madness turning, haunting, yearning. Pull the trigger!

She felt people running behind her like a heavy current. For a girl as thin as her, Perrie held her own. She met shove for shove and kept up with guys twice her size. Intruding body parts battered her. She battered back. Each body against her was an onslaught of their own, but she gave it all back sevenfold. She was drenched in sweat in spite of the fact she were in shorts and a tank top. She was breathing heavily, but could feel no fatigue as adrenaline pumped in her veins.

Still dancing with your demons, victim of your own creation

One particularly burly man slammed against her forcefully and knocked the wind out of her. She fell to the floor. She didn't wait for someone to stop the pit and pull her up. Calling on years of martial arts and boxing training. Perrie lifted her legs up, pushed them at a 90 degree angle and used an extra push from her hands to get her back up in a flash. She found the same man right in front of her, she knocked him right on his fat arse. He smiled at her, and mouthed a “sorry”. Perrie threw up some horns.