I sat on the edge of the empty stage. I was the last of the crowd and I wasn’t in any hurry to go. So i thought i’d stay and chill for the next hour to beat traffic and such. I swung my legs, in their ripped up, stitched and patched jeans,each patch having a band on them. Also humming to myself the songs from the shows venue. Pure gold lyrics. The show was amazing.
I pulled out my phone to go through the pictures of the bands I took.
“Sadly I’ll never be able to meet them in person, or let alone get to know ‘em, either.” I said to myself, turning my phone off. Then I felt A hand on my shoulder. How funny you would have thought it was some teenager’s story, with how perfect the timing was. I turned around to have some try to grab me. Kicking and screaming, I tried to escape.
