| A scene at a concert |
- A n n e H a w t h o r n e
While everyone else seemed to enjoy and move their bodies to the deafeningly loud noise called ‘music’, I couldn’t help but wince at the horrible melody bellowing from the speakers.
The band playing tonight was some sort of metal rock band. They clearly did not understand music. Squinting my eyes to look at the band members on the stage, my eyes were almost blinded by the intense lighting. The lights screamed and shone primarily on the band members, making me wonder how they didn’t flinch away from it. When I actually got a glimpse at the members, I was repelled by their choice of clothing. Nearly all of them wore black or brown leather pants and it was ripped in places that would be censored on television. Hardly any of them wore shirts and were baring their sweaty, muscled chests in all their shirtless glory. Moreover, nearly all of them had styled their hair into mohawks or spikes — a hairstyle I was now coming to despise.
My best friend Savannah thought it would be a great idea to drag me (force me against my will) into one of her idiotic concerts. In her words, ‘It would be a great exposure to the outside world Adri! You can’t stay cooped up in your room every day reading those stupid books and doing god knows what’. That is only, if you could call ‘exposure to the outside world’ a bunch of half naked men swearing like a fire truck to a tuneless and cringeworthy music. If this was called ‘socialising’ then it was no wonder I preferred to hibernate in my hole and live a thousand different lives through books. It had been more than an hour since I was stuck in this hell hole and somewhere along the way, I had managed to lose Savannah. To distract myself from the panic building up in my chest, I looked around.
Everyone except me were decked in the same attire as the band, each one more provocative than the other. Each time I looked around, I had to avert my eyes due to...
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