A Certain Romance

Concerts and CDs

A/N: Can you tell I'm not British

Today was finally the day, I had been waiting months to go to my first Strokes concert and the day was finally here. I kept my outfit simple and threw on a Strokes shirt, some high waisted shorts, knee high socks, and my classic white converse. As I walked out the door I made sure I had everything I needed and I set off. I decided to give myself time to walk to the venue and still be hours early in order to get a good spot. Approaching the venue I accidentally ran into someone.
"Shit sorry I wasn't focused on where I was walking" I apologized.
"Don't worry about it love I wasn't focused either," I heard a british voice laugh out.
I looked up to see a man with medium brown hair in a white tank top.
"So I'm guessing you're also here to see the Strokes, that's funny we're actually mates I'm here to see them too. I'm Alex by the way, what's your name?"
"Oh um hi I'm y/n, so you know the Strokes?"
"Yeah it's quite funny really I'd never believe it if you had told me a year ago that we would become mates. So would you like to go backstage I can get us both in."
"Are you sure? I mean if it's no trouble I'd love to."
"Come on then let's go before everyone gets here."
Alex started walking and I followed behind him. He looked around before opening the door for me and walking in behind me. We continue walking down a long hallway and we finally reach a door with a paper showing "The Strokes" written on it.
"Alright just stay behind me so I can introduce you to the lads," Alex informs me and I nod as he opens the door.
"Why didn't you tell me you were playing a show here so we could've hung out sooner," Alex yells out into the room.
"How the fuck did you get in, which security let you in I'm going to fire his ass," Julian yells as he starts looking for something.
"Ah c'mon Jules don't be like that mate"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE," Julian screams as he throws a mic at Alex. Alex ducks but immediately turns to leave as if he knows something is about to happen. The last thing I hear is Julian yell "SECURITY" as Alex yanks my hand and starts running. We duck into an alley and catch our breath.
"I thought you knew the Strokes why did they react like that?" I breathe out.
"Oh that's just the Strokes for you, funny lads they are. We should steer clear of them in case security is on the lookout though yeah?"
"Wait but what about the concert I've been waiting months for it."
"Tell ya what you should give my band a listen, we just released a record. I'll let you get in to our concert free yeah? Just give our record a spin it's called Favorite Worst Nightmare, I think you'll like it."
"No offense dude but you're not exactly the Strokes, and besides what is your band even called for you guys to already have a record."
"We call ourselves the Arctic Monkeys trust me love you'll really enjoy the record. Promise me you'll listen alrigh" he pleads.
"Fine I'll give it a listen but if I don't like it I'm going to straight up tell you." I reply.
"Sounds fair here have my number and ring me up once you've got the chance to listen and I'll give you the details about our concert. See ya round"