one | Buffy and Bree
"Please. Just let me in! I just forgot my ticket." The bouncer just shrugged. "Please. Our home's far away. And it's raining. Please, just let me in!" The bouncer shrugged again. "I bought one in the internet and I swear to my life that I just forgot my ticket." He shrugged.
Another person came in and gave her ticket to the bouncer. While the bouncer is doing some things, I run as fast as I could. I can now hear the music. I think I'm getting near. The music is getting louder. There's a passageway and I think this is the way to the concert.
I ran.
And I tripped.
The music stopped.
I looked at my surroundings. I saw a lot of people. I saw Ethan Collins and his band mates. People were giving me glares. Death glares. I may add. I think I went to the wrong entrance.
"No shit Sherlock. Of course, you went into the wrong entrance. " Jack Adams told me. He is known for being the sarcastic/jerk of the band.
Holy freaking Potter! Jack Adams is talking to me! "U-ummm..." I stammered. What should I say. He is Jack freaking Adams!
"I'm not talking to you. So don't bother talking back to me." he said. When I say he is a jerk, I mean that he is just a jerk, not this kind of jerk. People, I mean the fans and some people know that he is that sarcastic and a little bit jerk. I bet those people don't know how jerk-y he is.
"Escort ghost girl to the backstage." Ethan said. W-wait... is she referring to me? I looked at him and saw him talking to Buffy the Ugly Fat Bouncer.
"Let's go!" Buffy yelled at me, looking pissed. And I look at the audience again. Who is still giving me death glares. I should've been with them. Fangirling at the topmost of my lungs and pouring my love from the bottom of my heart.
But hey, what can little Elle do! She can be stupid. But not that stupid. Just stupid that she can forget her ticket because she is too excited. Yeah, I am plain stupid.
"We're sorry for the inconvenience. For that, here's another song for you guys." Ethan yelled at the audience as I was here in the backstage listening to them as they sing Delilah.
I walked around the backstage. I was really bored. Well, not really bored. I was a little bit fangirling. Who wouldn't when the Runaway is singing?! I looked around and Buffy isn't here anymore. It's just me and no one else. I called Buffy again and again. Who wouldn't when you're alone in this cold, dark world?! I'm just kidding. It's not "cold,dark, world" here. It's just that I'm lonely. While my best friend is there fangirl at the topmost part of her lungs.
"Who's Buffy?" a girl said. I just looked at her. I mean, eyed her from toe to her head because I remembered my mom told me something between don't talk to stangers for Buffy will kill you. O something like that. "Oh. Hi. I forgot to say my name." She laughed. "I'm Briana by the way. Bree for short. Nice to meet you." she continued.
"Hi. Danielle here. Just call me Elle." I said, smiling. I just realized that while I'm here in this "cold, dark, world", might as well, make a friend. Bree and I talked and talked.
"So what's with the ghost costume?" Bree asked me, looking at the mirror. Apparently, she's their fashion designer. I looked myself at the mirror and I saw a ghost girl.
