Er... No Title, chapter 4
I put my sweating hand onto the handle.
"Are you sure?" Chez said.
"Can I help you?"
We turned round and saw a big, fat guy standing at the door.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. I ran into the door, jumped upon a seat, ran to the window and punched it and jumped out. Chez followed. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh." Chez get repeating. I looked at my knuckles. They were bleeding heavily.
"Chez, how do we get back in?"
"We'll have to sneak back in through that window."
"Were Green Day in there?"
"I d... I... I..."
Chez looked at me angrily.
"I think we may have just ran through the dressing room in front of them.
There was a long silence and we suddenly forgot about everything that had just happened and burst out laughing.
"So... so they must think we're mental!!!" Chez said laughing.
"Oh gosh.. haha!! They saw.... hahaha!" I screamed.
We sneaked back to the window and looked in. The guys must have left and been made to go in another dressing room because of the smashed window.
I climbed on the ledge, which made my knuckles bleed even more.
"Oh... lets just run through the gate again. I can't be bothered to do all that running again."
"Fine."
We stepped out and ran to the queue. We were actually allowed back in, but we had to be careful the security guys didn't catch us there.
It was an amazing show, and the guys did the best peformance I had ever seen. It was amazing.
We got back into the car that had just driven up beside the stadium. As we climbed in I looked at my my bleeding wrist.
"We better get a bandage or at least some plasters. My wrist really stings."
"Are you sure?" Chez said.
"Can I help you?"
We turned round and saw a big, fat guy standing at the door.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. I ran into the door, jumped upon a seat, ran to the window and punched it and jumped out. Chez followed. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh." Chez get repeating. I looked at my knuckles. They were bleeding heavily.
"Chez, how do we get back in?"
"We'll have to sneak back in through that window."
"Were Green Day in there?"
"I d... I... I..."
Chez looked at me angrily.
"I think we may have just ran through the dressing room in front of them.
There was a long silence and we suddenly forgot about everything that had just happened and burst out laughing.
"So... so they must think we're mental!!!" Chez said laughing.
"Oh gosh.. haha!! They saw.... hahaha!" I screamed.
We sneaked back to the window and looked in. The guys must have left and been made to go in another dressing room because of the smashed window.
I climbed on the ledge, which made my knuckles bleed even more.
"Oh... lets just run through the gate again. I can't be bothered to do all that running again."
"Fine."
We stepped out and ran to the queue. We were actually allowed back in, but we had to be careful the security guys didn't catch us there.
It was an amazing show, and the guys did the best peformance I had ever seen. It was amazing.
We got back into the car that had just driven up beside the stadium. As we climbed in I looked at my my bleeding wrist.
"We better get a bandage or at least some plasters. My wrist really stings."
