Amy's Adventure With Green Day, chapter 2
Squashed on and stomped on by a security guard letting the people in. The reason...
"I'm sorry, these tickets are false," the guard said.
"WHAT!" Mason exclaimed "HOW ARE THEY?"
"They are a copy," the guard said, " the original owners have already been let in."
"NO!" I yelled. I couldn't believe it, why did it happen to me?
"Can you please step aside?" the guard asked, and shoved Mason and myself out of the way.
Confused and upset Mason and I trudged back the opposite way the crowd was going. The crowd I once loved and felt at ease in, but was now so unbelievably jealous of.
"Come on," Mason said, a sad look on his face
"Where are we going?" I asked
"Back to the car," he replied, seeming a bit pissed off.
"I'm not going back to the car," I said, "You are the biggest punk out of us two, you should have thought of this before me"
"Thought of what Amy?" he asked
"We are going to get into that concert, sneak backstage, bash some guards on the way, whatever we need to do to get in." I said.
"I may be the punk, but I am also the adult who is responsible for you," He replied.
"You fucking chicken," I said. I gave him one last death stare, turned and ran.
"AMY!" I heard him call behind me, then the thumps of his footsteps following me.
I started running faster. I was going to get into that concert no matter what. I had no idea where I was going, so I just ran anywhere. I found a door that said 'personnel only.' I ignored the sign and tried to get in. Locked. There was one of those lock things with codes in them on the door. I could hear Mason's voice getting closer; he was only about ten meters away from me. I entered the first four digits that came to my head: 1039. The lock beeped and the door opened. What were the odds of that? I ran through the door, Mason came in behind me just before it slammed shut. I leaned against the damp concrete wall. Panting.
"Amy!" Mason said angrily, but out of breath at the same time.
"What?" I asked, feeling pretty damn proud of myself for unlocking the door.
"You just hacked the SCG's security code, broke into a private area, and therefore are doing something ILLEGAL!" he said.
"Oh get over it you dickhead," I replied, "You do illegal shit all the time."
"So, I don't want you to be the way I am," he replied, calming down a bit.
"Too late now," I replied, " Now, do you want to see Green Day or not?"
"Yes, of course I do," he said.
"Then get over the whole illegal business and let's go!" I said.
I turned around and walked down the cement corridor without listening for an answer. Mason hesitated but then followed me. I knew we must have been onto something good, they don't write 'personnel only' for no reason. I followed the damp, dark corridor. It wound and had many twists and turns. It was so dark I had to use my hands to guide me as they slid along the rough surface of the walls. That's how I walked for about 5 minutes with Mason closely following behind. Then, there was a flicker and neon lights turned on and a door roughly 2 meters in front of me on my left. I heard the clicking of an opening doorknob.
Shit, we're fucked now.
"I'm sorry, these tickets are false," the guard said.
"WHAT!" Mason exclaimed "HOW ARE THEY?"
"They are a copy," the guard said, " the original owners have already been let in."
"NO!" I yelled. I couldn't believe it, why did it happen to me?
"Can you please step aside?" the guard asked, and shoved Mason and myself out of the way.
Confused and upset Mason and I trudged back the opposite way the crowd was going. The crowd I once loved and felt at ease in, but was now so unbelievably jealous of.
"Come on," Mason said, a sad look on his face
"Where are we going?" I asked
"Back to the car," he replied, seeming a bit pissed off.
"I'm not going back to the car," I said, "You are the biggest punk out of us two, you should have thought of this before me"
"Thought of what Amy?" he asked
"We are going to get into that concert, sneak backstage, bash some guards on the way, whatever we need to do to get in." I said.
"I may be the punk, but I am also the adult who is responsible for you," He replied.
"You fucking chicken," I said. I gave him one last death stare, turned and ran.
"AMY!" I heard him call behind me, then the thumps of his footsteps following me.
I started running faster. I was going to get into that concert no matter what. I had no idea where I was going, so I just ran anywhere. I found a door that said 'personnel only.' I ignored the sign and tried to get in. Locked. There was one of those lock things with codes in them on the door. I could hear Mason's voice getting closer; he was only about ten meters away from me. I entered the first four digits that came to my head: 1039. The lock beeped and the door opened. What were the odds of that? I ran through the door, Mason came in behind me just before it slammed shut. I leaned against the damp concrete wall. Panting.
"Amy!" Mason said angrily, but out of breath at the same time.
"What?" I asked, feeling pretty damn proud of myself for unlocking the door.
"You just hacked the SCG's security code, broke into a private area, and therefore are doing something ILLEGAL!" he said.
"Oh get over it you dickhead," I replied, "You do illegal shit all the time."
"So, I don't want you to be the way I am," he replied, calming down a bit.
"Too late now," I replied, " Now, do you want to see Green Day or not?"
"Yes, of course I do," he said.
"Then get over the whole illegal business and let's go!" I said.
I turned around and walked down the cement corridor without listening for an answer. Mason hesitated but then followed me. I knew we must have been onto something good, they don't write 'personnel only' for no reason. I followed the damp, dark corridor. It wound and had many twists and turns. It was so dark I had to use my hands to guide me as they slid along the rough surface of the walls. That's how I walked for about 5 minutes with Mason closely following behind. Then, there was a flicker and neon lights turned on and a door roughly 2 meters in front of me on my left. I heard the clicking of an opening doorknob.
Shit, we're fucked now.
