Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

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hey guys! if you haven't checked out Porter's new live show episodes on his Youtube channel - then i highly encourage you! they give you a backstage feel to everything and also show you how fucking incredible the show is. i'm glad i watched it before i wrote some of this, as it definitely inspired me to write and also made me regret not buying a ticket and driving 5 hours. (trust me, its so worth it! it looks like nothing you've ever experienced before). 

also, the worlds tour is officially over, but i'm sure Porter wll go on another one in 2015, and i can hopefully buy tickets as well! i'm so glad it turned out as he hoped. he deserves all the happiness in the world. 

The venue was incredible. I'd been in empty clubs before, especially Pacha, but this was different. I could almost picture the room tonight packed with people jumping around. My eyes skimmed around, taking in the balconies and and lights streaming down from the ceiling, and I wondered to myself if it was just a club, or if bands played here as well.

I was brought back to the present when a loud, screeching sound pierced my eardrums. It was coming from the front of the room, where people were scrambling to fix wires and hook up what looked like high-tech sound gear. A buff man stood on stage, speaking into the microphone clasped in his hand. "Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3."
Another guy stood beside me, throwing his thumb up in the air and nodding. I stood in the middle of all of this, watching awkwardly. What was I gonna do for the next few hours? Stand here and get in the way of everyone trying to get the show ready?
Luckily, Porter walked out from backstage, carrying more instrument-type stuff in his arms. I was curious as to what all of this tech-y equipment was, and how Porter used them in his shows, but I was too shy to ask. I was already getting annoyed looks from the people in stage crew outfits hustling around me, so I just decided to walk around outside for awhile. There were plenty of little shops and cool thrift stores for me to check out, and I was in serious need of new clothes. I made a mental note to come back around the time of the start of the show, and then made my way towards the big side doors leading to the street.

People milled around outside in the cold, eagerly waiting to get in and claim the closest spot to the stage before anyone else. I caught a few people eyeing me as I walked out of the doors, a couple even whispering, curious as to who I was and how I got inside. Most of the crowd didn't care whatsoever, shivering with the chill and watching for the doors to open to lead them inside. I found my way down the road and past the groups of people, beginning to look for shop signs that seemed interesting. A lot of them were pretty empty, surprisingly.

What caught my attention, out of all things, was a pet store. A giggle escaped my chest as I stared up at the name. Woof Gang, it said in big letters. Dogs barked through the glass walls, trapped in cages and condemned from running freely. It always saddened me to see any kind of animal in a pet store. I loved animals more than anything, and I hadn't had a dog since I was little. They were so warm and cuddly, and the perfect thing to share my empty apartment with. I looked on with longing at the dogs barking, some jumping excitedly, some lying down in a nap. As I noticed this, my eyes were caught by a small pug in the corner cage. He wasn't barking like the others, or sleeping, instead just lying quietly down and looking at me with big, sorrowful eyes. He seemed so lonely, so out of place from all of the others.

Before my feet could stop me, I was opening the doors to the pet store and moving towards the bored worker at the front desk. She looked at me, uninterested, probably wondering why a 21-year old girl was storming inside a pet store on a night when everyone was out.

"Excuse me," I said breathlessly. "Is that pug in the corner for sale?"

She looked at me like I had interrupted her from having the time of her life. "Yes," her eyes stared back dully at mine. "$1200, spayed and neutered."