paramore // fivesauce

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A/N: when you see this: {*} pop up in the story, play the song on the side /above. you can skip the 30 second intro if you want.

// chapter eleven //

talia's pov

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my head leans against the car's window, watching raindrops splatter against the clear glass. i smile as two drops begin to fall simultaneously against it, then meet in the middle to form one larger one. it reminds me of the notion of a relationship. two polar opposites suddenly bonded by love.

or lust.

i feel michael pat my thigh from beside me. 'hey, you,' he says with a genuine smile, eyes trained on mine when we come to a red light. 'what's gotten you so deep in thought?'

i take note of how perfectly the dark of the early, winter evening, and the iridescent street lamps work together to carve shadows on his face. his normally light-green eyes are currently a deep emerald.

i mirror his smile, and shrug. 'nothing. sometimes nighttime cardrives just get to me.'

'same,' he says. the light flashes a neon green color, and he presses his foot to the pedal, causing the car to zoom off.

sydney's magnificient city lights whir past us, and i find myself tightly clutching the door handle for support. 'michael, slow down,' i say with clenched teeth.

'if i slow down, we'll be late for the concert. just hang in there, babe.'

his pace is at a constant rapid speed, and by the time we park in front of the venue, i find my heart beating at 1000 thumps per minute. i shakily exit the car, holding my black clutch purse with a hard grip. michael hugs my side with one arm as we walk.

'so how does this backstage pass work?' i ask with chattering teeth. the december weather was attacking like a lion.

'basically, we get to go backstage all through the concert. they have a variety of refreshments and beverages that we can choose from.'

i nod, and we head towards the main entrance, which held a line of people.

'i almost forgot,' michael states. he slides a glossy, laminated card from his back jeans pocket. on it was my photo, yet the information was screwed up.

'a fake id?' i ask, taking it from his fingers to examine it thoroughly.

he nods. 'well yeah. you didn't expect them to let you in without some form of identification, did you?'

i shake my head, no. he pulls his wallet from his jacket pocket, and rummages through it to find his id card.

except, his wasn't fake.

we stood impatiently in the cold for about 10 minutes, until it was our turn to confront the security guard. michael hands him his card first, to which to guard casually skimmed over and gave back momentarily after. when it was my turn, the bulky sentry skeptically examined my facial profile.

'this your sister?' he questions michael. an edge of my heart tears slightly.

michael quickly glances at me, then to the guard. 'yeah,' he starts sarcastically. 'an asian-looking chick is related to me,' he rolls his eyes, and pulls me through the entrance, 'let's go, tal.' the guard surprisingly doesn't object, and i'm startled by the arena's lack of suitable security.