When an ex-alt model with a tortured past she desperately wants to hide from, let's her best friend talk her into going to Download festival at Donington, England.
Shiv has no interest in going to it. By chance Shiv meets the frontman of 30 seconds...
After putting the last peg into the muddy ground, Siobahn McCarthy ( or Shiv for short) and her best friend Orlaith Cairnes, brushed themselves off and stood admiring their handiwork. They'd managed eventually to erect the huge 2 bedroom, luxury tent. Well, thought Shiv, if this was to be their last festival, it might as well be done in style. Just as Shiv was saying this to Orlaith, Padraig turned up with 3 plastic beakers of Carling. Shiv screwed up her nose, not a fan of weak English lager, but took it anyway, thanking Pat with a smile. Much as she liked the guy, she wasn't looking forward to sharing such close quarters with Padraig. He was kinda messy and Shiv was a complete OCD clean freak. He was constantly under her feet. Quite literally. She'd walked in after a day at work, tired and cranky, to find a whole stack of her books and papers under his sweaty Vans. She was furious at times with his lazy antics but reigned in her notoriously Irish temper for Orlaith's sake. Orlaith had had a run of shit, SHIT boyfriends. Lazy, good for nothing pigs. Just there for her substantial wage. Whereas Padraig was different. Oh, he was lazy but he was no scrounger and he loved the bones of Orlaith. And as her best friend, that wiped out all of his bad traits and was good enough for her. Besides they'd only have to stay in such close quarters for 2 days and 1 night (the first day of bands being utterly dire). Looking round at the other campers Shiv suddenly felt old and uncomfortable, she turned to Orlaith and said "Orls what possessed ye to bring us here? We don't belong here. Look at those childers there all like sheeple in their wee triad tees" Orlaith laughed and said " Shiv ye could pass for their age and they're what? 21? 22?" Shiv screwed up her face and scoffed "Git off Orls, I'm 30 fecking 2!" Orlaith threw her little hands up in exasperation "Shiv, ye perfect in every way. Ye have our country's looks. Black curly hair, bright green eyes, pale skin and a few freckles. Me? I"ve got mousy blonde hair and me body is small and stumpy. Women would kill to look like ye! Ye'd beat any of these wee girls here hands down. And that triangle tee is so annoying, I don't even know what it means!" Orlaith laughed. "Well, that's the thing isn't it? We only know a handful of bands here. We're auld!" Shiv whined. Orlaith, annoyed with Shiv's attitude now hissed " Sweet father! what were ye Shiv? Up until 5 years ago? Ohhh that's right...an alternative model! It was YOUR decision to become a boring auld teacher! Besides there's feckers down there that 60 if they're a day. yil fit right in! Now are we here for a good time or to mourn our lost youth?" Shiv lowered her head then raised it grinning " as usual Orlaith Cairnes is fecking right! Sorry babe, yeah let's do this!" Pat and Orlaith grinned back.
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