we got tonight [a.i]

chapter 1

It was 8pm, half an hour before show time. And I was preparing for it.

And by preparing for it, mean getting McDonalds.

It was our bands tradition to get McDonalds if there was a store near the venue we were playing at. This gig, we were in luck. The bar we were playing at was right across the road from macas.

The other people in our band, Chase (guitarist & vocalist,) Adam (guitarist) & India ( keyboard ) who were over at the bar setting up our instruments, had nominated me to go on the McDonalds run.

So I pulled on my ripped denim jacket and pulled on a black beanie over my shoulder length lilac & light blonde hair and ventured out into the cold winter air.

I looked both ways before jogging across the road to the inviting warm doors of Macas, eager to get my food as I was staving. Maybe I was hungry because of the nerves for tonight's show, or maybe I just really fucking loved McDonalds.

I pulled off my black 'killin' it' beanie and shoved it in the back pocket of my black, ripped, skinny jeans. I walked over to the counter, ordering 4 Big Macs. The guy serving me gave me a funny look, to which I replied "What, I'm just really fucking hungry," He gave me a small laugh and went to serve the next person.

Once the guy being served had finished ordering, he came over to stand next to me. I looked up from my new gold iPhone 5s (which I was able to afford since our band had really started taking off) and looked up at him. He was tall and kinda lanky, a build I could never forget.

He had blond hair and was wearing a Hurley hoodie. He too was looking at his phone.

"Mr Mathew? Wait I mean, Ryan?" I asked. It had been three years since I'd seen the guy. He had been a "learner teacher" and had had work experience at my high school when I was 13 & in year 7. India & I always hanged around him during the breaks like the annoying bugs we were, cracking jokes with him. We were convinced that we were his favourites.

He looked up from his iphone. He looked down at me (even with high heeled boots he was taller than me) with a puzzled look on his face. Of course he wouldn't recognise me. I was now sixteen, with purple hair and a nose ring.

"I'm Margo, you know, me and India used to piss the hell out of you when you were 'teaching' at our school?" I laughed, trying to act casual.

His face lit up as he recognised me. "Margo! Shit, you look so different! What's up with this getup?" He laughed, smiling.

I looked down at my outfit. A red flannel which was unbuttoned was under my denim jacket. Under the flannel I was wearing my black v neck. I was also wearing my ripped black skinnies & high heeled boots. I was also sported a couple chokers and a tattoo necklace

I ran a hand though my hair as I answered him "Well, I wanted to see what the punk side was like," I joked. "Like the nose ring?" I asked him.

"Very scary," he answered chuckling. "So what are you doing here at 8pm ordering 4 Big Macs?" He questioned me.

"How'd you know I or-" he cut me off. "I was standing behind you, waiting to be served and I heard you order them. And I thought to myself 'What the hell is a purple haired midget doing ordering 4 Big Macs?'" He said laughing.

I laughed back, punching him in the shoulder. "I am NOT a midget!" I said giggling. It was a known fact that I was short, but I wouldn't consider myself 'a midget'

"My bands about to play and I've been put on McDonalds duty." I answered him, laughing.

His eyes widened. "Do you play for Paradoxa?" He asked sounding impressed.

"Sure do, drums & vocals." I replied.

"I didn't know you were into music.." He muttered, looking very impressed. "I'm actually was going to see them tonight," he added.

"Hope you enjoy the show, I might see you in there?"

"Yeah, yeah good luck," he said.

And with that, I collected the 4 Big Macs and made my way out the door.

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hey guys, hope y'all enjoyed that chapter.

I PROMISE ASHTON WILL COME IN NEXT CHAPTER OKAY? OKAY. #TFIOS

I ATE 3 burgers from McDonald's today help meh.

BEFORE YOU SAY THE BAND NAME PARADOXA IS COPING PARAMORE OR WHAT EVER ITS CALLED ITS NOT.

PARADOXA is a word I kinda made up using the Greek words PARA meaning beyond and DOXA meaning opinion so it kinda translates into beyond opinion which I think is a good meaning okay?

Okay im a gonna go a but I'll see ya later byeeeee