Falling for the Hot Screamer (OH)

Hot Screamer 1!

"So do you think we should still go?" I asked Courtney.

"Chill Eliza, just because we don't have tons of piercings, tattoos, and super dark eye makeup does not mean we can go to the concert."

"Yeah, Court, you're right," I did a once over one last time before I stepped away from my full length mirror. My dark hair was in a ponytail with my bangs swooping to the side of my face. I had on light eyeliner, just enough to make my brown eyes pop a little. I was wearing a pair of black jeggings and a red tank top.

My best friend Courtney and I ordered our tickets for this concert as soon as they came out. I just can't believe that Pshychotic Breakdowns is actually in New York right now! I just can't wrap my mind around that fact that I'm going to see them playing live in like an hour. "How do I look?" Courtney asked me.

I spun around to face her. "You look really good. Good job." I smiled at her. "Lol, but seriously you look great." She was wearing a PB shirt with skinny jeans and a pair of converse.

I frowned as a thought popped in my head. "Court, what if someone from school finds out that we went? We would be like at the end of the social food chain!" I cried.

She marched right over to me and grabbed my shoulders and began to shake them. "You need to chill. Okay? Just chill. It is just high school and when it's over no one is going to truly care about who was at the bottom and who was at the top because everyone will be too busy getting high or drunk or trying to keep their scholarships at college. Just relax."

"Yeah, and I don't even have a scholarship for college. I haven't even received an acceptance letter yet." Yeah and that's when my best friend bitch slapped me.

"SNAP OUT OF IT! We are going to have fun tonight! Who cares if the most popular cheerleaders at our school get caught at a screamo concert? Who cares? And who would catch us anyway? Tonight we are going to have fun and scream! Let's go already!" She pulled my hand and I closed and locked my flat's door after us.

We walked out of my townhouse thing and got into the passenger side of Courtney's red car and drove off to Madison Square Garden from the Upper East Side.

********CONCERT**********

When we walked past security and into the crowd of crazy people, we started to get evil glares and dirty looks. Do we really look out of place here?! "Come on!" Courtney shouted over the voices of hundreds of people talking at once. She pulled me along towards a passage way that was blocked off only for people who had seats for the first five rows from the stage.

We walked for a while longer until we made a right and walked into a closed off section. Courtney and I had really great seat. I mean they were awesome! We were in the front row and standing in front of the middle of the stage.

I checked the time on my Black Berry. It was 7:59 which meant that in less than a minute, Psychotic Breakdowns would be coming on and i would finally get to see their mega hot lead singer Dylan!

Eeek! I screamed and hollered when Psychotic Breakdowns came out on stage. I looked over at Courtney and she was freaking out too. I took her hands and we began jumping up and down and screaming at each other.

"Well those girls seem excited," I heard the lead singer's voice come through the speakers. I looked up and my eyes locked with his. From the corner of my eyes I could see the Courtney and I were on those big screens. My eyes widened and I screamed again.

"Okay so we'd like to start off with one of our favorites: Being the Best."

I bit my lip from screaming some more. Something is just telling me that I'm not even going to be able to talk tomorrow.

The band played the song and on the last three verses, Courtney and I yelled along.  

"Hey you two come up here."

Hmm... I could have sworn that I just heard Dylan Storms talking. To me? I questioningly looked at Courtney. She looked confused too. "Yes," he laughed a bit. "You two. Come up here."

And how could I say no to that? I smiled giddily as a few security guards helped us up on stage.

"So what are your names?" Anthony, the lead guitarist, asked us. I just bit my lip smiling at him but then looked over at Dylan. He was the lead vocalists and absolutely hotter than all of the jocks put together at my private school.

Courtney snapped out of her trance; she has a major crush on the bassists, Neil Barker, "I'm Courtney Knoll and this is my best friend Eliza Smith."

"Well you girls are very pretty," Dylan said looking directly at me. I felt my cheeks heat up. I smiled a small smile at him.

"You're not too bad yourself," I smirked.

"Yeah and you won't be saying that after I do this," Dylan walked up to me, cupped my face n his hands and he... kissed me! And I kissed back eagerly as I felt sparks surge through my body. I felt his strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer. I could hear the crowd going wild and people cheering and yelling. I bit his bottom lip softly as I pulled away and smiled brightly at him.

"That was... " I murmured. trying to find the right word to describe how his kiss felt.

"Amazing. Come talk to me backstage after this," he whispered before walking back onto the middle of the stage. "Now who's ready to scream?" he shouted. I felt light and eerie as the security guards helped us off stage.

For the rest of the concert, Courtney and I danced, screamed/sang, and laughed together. What I was really looking forward to was going backstage.