Alan’s POV
I wake up at 8:00 in my sister and I’s hotel room
I get myself ready and dressed, then I go over to my sleeping sister and I shake her awake
“CHELSEA LETS GO LETS GO”
She throws her pillow over her head and grumbles
“Chelsea come on! It’s 9:30! It opens in an hour and a half!”
She sits up and rubs her eyes
“Okay Alan I’m up”
I pull her into a hug
“I’m so excited!”
“I know you are buddy. We’ll go soon”
I go on Chelsea’s laptop while she get’s ready, I’m so anxious to leave… I’ve been waiting for this day all year!
After what feels like forever, she comes out of the bathroom, she looks beautiful
“Gee, I’ll have to make sure no one tries to steal you.. You look too pretty”
“Oh Alan stop” She comes over and grabs my hand “Let’s go”
I let out an exited squeal as we leave the hotel. We walk down the busy street, slowly making our way towards the venue. After about a 20 minute walk, the venue is in sight, and we see the line starting to move into the gates.
“Look Chelsea we’re just on time!” I pick up my pace, and soon we are at the ticket booth. Chelsea hands them our tickets, and they exchange them with 2 bracelets.
After we get our backs checked by security, we walk through the silver gates “So what band our you going to first?” I ask Chelsea
“I don’t know. Just do whatever you want and text me if you need anything okay?”
“Okay”
She kisses my forehead and we head separate ways.
I walk around for a couple hours, jumping from crowd to crowd, I just can’t peel this smile from my face.. I wish I could stay here forever you know? I feel like I finally belong somewhere..
While in the crowd for Rise Against I get a text message from my sister
“Alan. You need to come here now”
what? Is she okay? I begin to panic and text her back
“Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m at the main tent. Just hurry”
I attempt to push my way through sweaty people
I’m around the middle of the crowd, When I hear the lead singer yell out “I WANT TO SEE A MOSH PIT. SPREAD THAT SHIT OUT”
fuck.
I try to hurry out before it begins, but I hear the bass guitars begin and people start running all around me.
I start to feel an anxiety attack start, as I try to release myself from the people slamming into each other.
Clearly I’m not able to get out this way, so I decide I better go closer to the stage, and go on top of the crowd and out the front. I gather courage inside of me and I ask a person beside me to help me up, and then in a split second I’m floating on top of hundreds of people. I catch glances with the security guard
“Do you want out?” He yells to me
I nod my head and he reaches out to me and grabs my arm, soon enough I’m on the ground again,
“Where is the main tent?” I ask the guard in desperation
“Go straight. You’ll find it” He points me in the direction and before I can process a thought, I’m running at full speed, colliding with a few people, but I’m not concerned. I need to find my sister.
I see the top of the tent and I sprint over to it. Once in front of the large tent, I look for my sister.
Where the fuck is she
I run around the perimeter of the tent, searching desperately for Chelsea.
There she is!
I see her standing at the tent corner and I run to her and grab her hands
“What happened? What is it?”
She looks at me directly in the eyes "Explain the boy in your dreams to me in complete detail"
“Huh? Why..?” I ask confused
“Just do it!” she urges me
“Okay.. Uhm.. He is really tall, and thin, he has brown hair and brown eyes, he has a rose on the side of his neck, and he has flower tattoo’s on his chest and shoulder. He also has a sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and -”
Chelsea’s face goes pale white.
“Chelsea are you okay?”
she pulls out her phone and shows me a blurry picture. Within the picture I see him. It’s really him.
“oh my god”
is all I can force out of my mouth as I scan over the picture, everything adds up, the face, the hair, the body, the …. Tattoo’s. their everything I seen
“Is this real Chelsea”
“Yes Alan! I seen him about 15 minutes ago!”
“I think I’m going to faint.”
Chelsea takes grip of my arm and sits me onto the ground , she hands me her water bottle
“Chelsea you need to find him for me. Please”
