Post by ricegrains&rosesxo. on Oct 14, 2006 13:32:42 GMT
Just to explain the title...
Characters: Yazz,, Allie,, Zoe,, Pat,, My Chemical Romance, a Kerrang! Magazine, The Army, Aiden, Lostprophets, Taking Back Sunday, four girl teenies and one gay guy teenie.
Allie, Zoe and I had just returned from seeing My Chemical Romance at the London Brixton Academy on Sunday 12 November. We snuck back into Allie's house and jumped into our sleeping bags after taking the train home. After all, we were all old enough to take the train, as Allie and Zoe were about to leave sixth form and I was about to prepare for my A levels.
Zoe and I packed our things the next morning, and all of us took it in turns to clamber inside the tiny downstairs bathroom to change our clothes. Zoe and I then said goodbye to Allie and left.
Two days later, me, Allie and Zoe went into town during one of our free periods. Dragging them into Sainsbury's while we made our way to Rockaround, I grabbed a Kerrang! magasine from its shelf and took it up to the till. Allie and Zoe were waiting for me as I paid.
As we entered Rockaround, I saw Zoe stop to stare at the badges as Allie headed straight towards the many pairs of drainpipe jeans. I took out my magasine from its plastic bag and stared at the front cover. Muse. I smirked as my eyes surveyed the other titles on the page - Aiden, AFI, From First To Last... but something grabbed my attention. A picture of Gerard Way was situated in the bottom left-hand corner. A My Chemical Romance poster special. I grinned, flicking to the contents page. I was amazed to see My Chemcial Romance's name not once, not twice, but three times on one page. I was excited. Very excited.
I flicked to the next page, where I stood, my mouth hanging open. There he was, a clear picture of Gerard Way from a concert staring at me in all it's glory. I was amazed. I knew that picture. I was at that gig. I had taken it, being pressed against the barrier to try and get the best shot ever, and I had. There he was, staring straight at the camera, kneeling to my level, smiling. The cord of his microphone was coiled around his hand as he held out the 'phone right infront of me.
I continued flicking through, eventually finding yet another source of interest. The article was a review. A review of My Chemical Romance at the Brixton Academy. And it won an almighty five K's. I grinned, reliving the experiance.
Turning the pages again, I gasped. On a page reviewing a Slipkont gig (1K), was a photo. Of me and Allie. Screaming. On the barrier. Arrows were pointing at our heads, followed by some text. It read:
"Hello! You've just won a chance to meet My Chemical Romance and other bands on an Armed Forces course! Please send a recent photo of yourselves to claim your prize!"
I litterally screamed. Allie ran over, noticing my breathing was quickening. I pointed at the page. Her jaw dropped.
Allie and I raced out of Rockaround, Zoe at our heels, wondering what was happening. We hurtled along the paths to the Station and jumped onto a bus, climbing the spiraling stairs until we reached the top and slumping down onto the backseat. As the bus started to move, Zoe's head appeared at the stairs. It was flung forward by the momentum of the bus, and after she picked herself up off the floor, she walked, panting, to the back of the bus, seating herself just infront of us.
"What the fuck is all of this about?" she asked.
I grinned, turning to her. My eyes met hers.
"Zoe" I started, my heart beating faster, "we're - me and Allie - going to meet My Chemcial Romance."
A crash, and I saw Zoe's head hit the floor, chewing gum getting stuck in her hair. I prodded Allie. A smile started to form on her lips.
"Just leave her there" She said to me. "We'll tell the driver to come and get her when they get to her stop."
We drew to a halt. I looked out the window, trying to figure out where we were, as about ten figures clambered up the stairs, taking seats at the front. Five had long, black and beach blonde hair, dressed in mini skirts and shirts that covered barely anything, while the other five sported caps and tracksuits, constantly grunting. All of them were giving us disgusted looks from the front of the bus.
I spalshed Zoe with cold water as Allie pressed the stop button. She woke up almost instantly. I gave her a shhing movement, then tilted my head to the front of the bus, which issued shouts of torment and abuse. She nodded and sat up as the bus drew to a halt again. We stood up silently and crept down the stairs and out of the door, muttering a word of thanks to the driver.
More soon - my head hurts =[
Characters: Yazz,, Allie,, Zoe,, Pat,, My Chemical Romance, a Kerrang! Magazine, The Army, Aiden, Lostprophets, Taking Back Sunday, four girl teenies and one gay guy teenie.
Allie, Zoe and I had just returned from seeing My Chemical Romance at the London Brixton Academy on Sunday 12 November. We snuck back into Allie's house and jumped into our sleeping bags after taking the train home. After all, we were all old enough to take the train, as Allie and Zoe were about to leave sixth form and I was about to prepare for my A levels.
Zoe and I packed our things the next morning, and all of us took it in turns to clamber inside the tiny downstairs bathroom to change our clothes. Zoe and I then said goodbye to Allie and left.
Two days later, me, Allie and Zoe went into town during one of our free periods. Dragging them into Sainsbury's while we made our way to Rockaround, I grabbed a Kerrang! magasine from its shelf and took it up to the till. Allie and Zoe were waiting for me as I paid.
As we entered Rockaround, I saw Zoe stop to stare at the badges as Allie headed straight towards the many pairs of drainpipe jeans. I took out my magasine from its plastic bag and stared at the front cover. Muse. I smirked as my eyes surveyed the other titles on the page - Aiden, AFI, From First To Last... but something grabbed my attention. A picture of Gerard Way was situated in the bottom left-hand corner. A My Chemical Romance poster special. I grinned, flicking to the contents page. I was amazed to see My Chemcial Romance's name not once, not twice, but three times on one page. I was excited. Very excited.
I flicked to the next page, where I stood, my mouth hanging open. There he was, a clear picture of Gerard Way from a concert staring at me in all it's glory. I was amazed. I knew that picture. I was at that gig. I had taken it, being pressed against the barrier to try and get the best shot ever, and I had. There he was, staring straight at the camera, kneeling to my level, smiling. The cord of his microphone was coiled around his hand as he held out the 'phone right infront of me.
I continued flicking through, eventually finding yet another source of interest. The article was a review. A review of My Chemical Romance at the Brixton Academy. And it won an almighty five K's. I grinned, reliving the experiance.
Turning the pages again, I gasped. On a page reviewing a Slipkont gig (1K), was a photo. Of me and Allie. Screaming. On the barrier. Arrows were pointing at our heads, followed by some text. It read:
"Hello! You've just won a chance to meet My Chemical Romance and other bands on an Armed Forces course! Please send a recent photo of yourselves to claim your prize!"
I litterally screamed. Allie ran over, noticing my breathing was quickening. I pointed at the page. Her jaw dropped.
Allie and I raced out of Rockaround, Zoe at our heels, wondering what was happening. We hurtled along the paths to the Station and jumped onto a bus, climbing the spiraling stairs until we reached the top and slumping down onto the backseat. As the bus started to move, Zoe's head appeared at the stairs. It was flung forward by the momentum of the bus, and after she picked herself up off the floor, she walked, panting, to the back of the bus, seating herself just infront of us.
"What the fuck is all of this about?" she asked.
I grinned, turning to her. My eyes met hers.
"Zoe" I started, my heart beating faster, "we're - me and Allie - going to meet My Chemcial Romance."
A crash, and I saw Zoe's head hit the floor, chewing gum getting stuck in her hair. I prodded Allie. A smile started to form on her lips.
"Just leave her there" She said to me. "We'll tell the driver to come and get her when they get to her stop."
We drew to a halt. I looked out the window, trying to figure out where we were, as about ten figures clambered up the stairs, taking seats at the front. Five had long, black and beach blonde hair, dressed in mini skirts and shirts that covered barely anything, while the other five sported caps and tracksuits, constantly grunting. All of them were giving us disgusted looks from the front of the bus.
I spalshed Zoe with cold water as Allie pressed the stop button. She woke up almost instantly. I gave her a shhing movement, then tilted my head to the front of the bus, which issued shouts of torment and abuse. She nodded and sat up as the bus drew to a halt again. We stood up silently and crept down the stairs and out of the door, muttering a word of thanks to the driver.
More soon - my head hurts =[
