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General Admission is a gritty, multi-perspective 1970s rock-and-crime story set against the smoke-filled, dangerous, and electric world of live arena concerts. Set in 1975, the story opens in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where six teenage fans pile into a faded 1970 Chevy Impala and head downtown for a general-admission concert by a rising, unnamed rock band. The band is trapped inside a machine that sells rebellion while feeding off everyone around it: the fans, the crew, the musicians, the women backstage, the local promoters, and even the cities themselves. As the tour moves from one venue to the next, the story shifts between multiple points of view - teenage fans, exhausted performers, cynical handlers, desperate criminals, and workers who understand that the show must go on no matter who gets hurt. Part homage to the lost era of 1970s live music and part crime saga, General Admission explores what happens when youthful freedom, corporate exploitation, organized crime, and rock-and-roll mythology collide. The concert is the promise. The crowd is the cover. And backstage, the real performance is already underway. Copyright © 2026 Marvin Moore. All rights reserved. No part of this work, including its title, characters, story concepts, scenes, dialogue, structure, descriptions, or related materials, may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, adapted, publicly performed, displayed, or used in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder, except as permitted by applicable copyright law. This work is an original fictional creation. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, real musical groups, businesses, events, or locations is either coincidental or used fictitiously for purposes of dramatic storytelling. All rights, including film, television, streaming, stage, publishing, audio, translation, merchandising, sequel, prequel, remake, adaptation, and derivative rights, are expressly reserved by the author.

Zakyya is back, and now she's queen of Outworld. The soil in Outworld is cursed; those who walk among it grow evil and lose sight of themselves.This isn't an option for her and so she will look for any way to find a 'cure'. This is the story of her journey to finding an element that will cure her for life and the betrayal, lies, and dangers she'll face along the way. A Novel by Cheyenne Cook, All Rights Reserved 2012

Two girls, Riley and Charlie go to a meet and greet and suddenly fall in love with the dreamy band jocks and have their lives turned upside down...

eclectic mix of mindful reflections on today's most problematic 'social norms'

Five seconds of Summer Fanfiction All characters belong to me All rights reserved

send e-mail request for information RE:Phillip DeNise, aged 69, retired stagehand[check IATSE Local 41 on Face Book], now living in a Personal Care Facility in Moultrie, GA, 31768

Release in America only: August 23, 2016 (Just copy and paste for Watch the Trailer) https://video.fastly.steamstatic.com/store_trailers/2032334/movie480.webm?t=1447361841 Platform: PC (Steam only) Art-Style: Good Game-System Graphic: Poor English translation: Great Fun to play choice windows: Excellent All art styles and graphics are not that great, BUT you will LOVE to play. The story is an excellent one and has over 15 unique endings! 😲

I made this for @wordsperminute bc they wanted me to make a sneak peak of my new story so yea- lol

Joshua Bassett and Benjamin Netanyahu are an unlikely pairing, but that's exactly what attracts them to each other.

One reckless dare. One faceless man. One night that ruined my quiet little life forever. I wore it as a joke. A reckless gift from my best friend - daring me to live a little. A custom piece of merch no fan should ever actually wear. But the second I did, the second I showed him... he found me. The Priest. The faceless god of the techno world. Taller, darker, more dangerous than anyone should be. I thought it would end with one night. Instead, it began with a deal. His bed. His rules. His hands on me every night before he closed his eyes. Now I'm touring the world at his side, and he's made one thing very clear: I'm not a fling. I'm not a fan. I'm his. And the more I fight it, the more I realize resisting him isn't an option. Because the Priest doesn't ask. The Priest claims.