Er... No Title, chapter 3
We arrived at the concert really early, at about 3. We got all the fake bags and put on the sunnies we had bought downstairs at the hotel shop. Luckily we didn't have any Greenday tattoos or green hair or anything, so we didn't look like fans.
We stepped over to the security guard.
"I can't do this Chez."
"Fine. Let's just go shopping until 6. I don't know why we came so early anyway.
So when we returned from shopping we stepped into the arena. We walked over to the security guard.
"Excuse me, but can we get though? We're with the band."
"Backstage pass please."
"Erm sure. Just let me..." I looked at Chez nervously.
"Um it's right here in my bag. Sorry about this but err...."
Suddenly Chez pushed past all the screaming, sweating fans and into the backstage area. We dropped the bags and ran through the corridor. The security guards tried to chase us.
We ran as fast as we could, turning corners and everything.
Eventually the guards slowed down but they were bringing in more through a back door.
And then we saw it.
The dressing room door.
We stepped over to the security guard.
"I can't do this Chez."
"Fine. Let's just go shopping until 6. I don't know why we came so early anyway.
So when we returned from shopping we stepped into the arena. We walked over to the security guard.
"Excuse me, but can we get though? We're with the band."
"Backstage pass please."
"Erm sure. Just let me..." I looked at Chez nervously.
"Um it's right here in my bag. Sorry about this but err...."
Suddenly Chez pushed past all the screaming, sweating fans and into the backstage area. We dropped the bags and ran through the corridor. The security guards tried to chase us.
We ran as fast as we could, turning corners and everything.
Eventually the guards slowed down but they were bringing in more through a back door.
And then we saw it.
The dressing room door.
