Seeing Is Deceiving, chapter 2
NIGHT SWEATS AND CIGARETTES
Part Two
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"Damnit Ash!"
"I'm sorry! It was gunna be a 9/11 'Nag on fucking Bush' suprise!"
"It's a week before then!"
"It was gunna be early!" she sighed as I shut my mouth. The cab was silent, the sound of zooming cars passing us by is the only thing we can hear.
"I'm sorry, Ash. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
"It's okay." I gave her a smile and spread my arms open for a hug.
"FOR THE LOVE OF-" The driver screamed. He had been watching me and Michelle for so long he drove out of his lane and crashed into someone's silver SUV truck. The cab spun, and so did the SUV, just a little. Michelle was yanked by gravity head first into the window while I flew onto her and made it an even worse impact.
'You killed her! You killed her!' Voices and dark figures taunted me as I sat up, seeing to be the only concious one in the cab. I jerked my head side to side, looking at the cab darkening with each black figure rising. 'WAKE UP!' A cobra of some sort hissed at me.
I gasped and flinched away from Michelle. The bus had stopped, and I must have fallen asleep.
"Ashley! Finally, you're awake! Now let's go, I don't want to wait in line FOREVER to get drinks and snacks, damnit!"
"Yes yes! Fine!" I followed her off the bus, and the two of us hurried into the Staples Center. It was barely packed. I mean, Not alot of people in California know of The Pixies. Really! Ask anyone.
***
As soon as we sat down, we saw a few dozen others sit on the other side of the aisle. We got front row, by the way. Yes, I busted my ASS to get these tickets.
"Ashley! Look!" Michelle yelped and wiggled in her seat as she saw the lights dim.
I'd never really been to a rock concert, and I don't think she has either. As soon as the light was dimmed just enough to see, spotlights were shone onto the stage, fog machines were activated and already covering us in the front. I inhaled as much as I could of the fog. It reminded me of October.
***
The concert went on as any one would. A few song, break time and maybe a speech, take someone upstage, talk to them, then put them back down, then continue the concert for another hour... No Michelle wasn't picked. I wanted to strap her in her seat so she'd stop jumping around in her chair. As soon as the concert was over, it was bedtime... There was no talking on the way back to the apartment. We didn't bother with each other. We each had a button and a shirt to remember this day. With that we were dead tired, and fell asleep on the couch while under our warmest blankets and favorite pillows. It was an okay concert. Nothing big like fireworks or anything like Green Day have for Milton Keys. Or even something Van Halen would do. No. The Pixies are an excellent live band, and I bet Michelle thought so too.
Part Two
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"Damnit Ash!"
"I'm sorry! It was gunna be a 9/11 'Nag on fucking Bush' suprise!"
"It's a week before then!"
"It was gunna be early!" she sighed as I shut my mouth. The cab was silent, the sound of zooming cars passing us by is the only thing we can hear.
"I'm sorry, Ash. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
"It's okay." I gave her a smile and spread my arms open for a hug.
"FOR THE LOVE OF-" The driver screamed. He had been watching me and Michelle for so long he drove out of his lane and crashed into someone's silver SUV truck. The cab spun, and so did the SUV, just a little. Michelle was yanked by gravity head first into the window while I flew onto her and made it an even worse impact.
'You killed her! You killed her!' Voices and dark figures taunted me as I sat up, seeing to be the only concious one in the cab. I jerked my head side to side, looking at the cab darkening with each black figure rising. 'WAKE UP!' A cobra of some sort hissed at me.
I gasped and flinched away from Michelle. The bus had stopped, and I must have fallen asleep.
"Ashley! Finally, you're awake! Now let's go, I don't want to wait in line FOREVER to get drinks and snacks, damnit!"
"Yes yes! Fine!" I followed her off the bus, and the two of us hurried into the Staples Center. It was barely packed. I mean, Not alot of people in California know of The Pixies. Really! Ask anyone.
***
As soon as we sat down, we saw a few dozen others sit on the other side of the aisle. We got front row, by the way. Yes, I busted my ASS to get these tickets.
"Ashley! Look!" Michelle yelped and wiggled in her seat as she saw the lights dim.
I'd never really been to a rock concert, and I don't think she has either. As soon as the light was dimmed just enough to see, spotlights were shone onto the stage, fog machines were activated and already covering us in the front. I inhaled as much as I could of the fog. It reminded me of October.
***
The concert went on as any one would. A few song, break time and maybe a speech, take someone upstage, talk to them, then put them back down, then continue the concert for another hour... No Michelle wasn't picked. I wanted to strap her in her seat so she'd stop jumping around in her chair. As soon as the concert was over, it was bedtime... There was no talking on the way back to the apartment. We didn't bother with each other. We each had a button and a shirt to remember this day. With that we were dead tired, and fell asleep on the couch while under our warmest blankets and favorite pillows. It was an okay concert. Nothing big like fireworks or anything like Green Day have for Milton Keys. Or even something Van Halen would do. No. The Pixies are an excellent live band, and I bet Michelle thought so too.
