This is My Chance, chapter 1
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Hey there! Let me introduce myself. My name is Kara. I'm a 13 year old teenager with dreams. I wanna play guitar, I wanna meet Green Day....what can I say? I'm a regular punk teenage girl. Blonde hair with black streaks (my mom won't let me dye all of it) and a passion for black...once again. Normal...I think? On with the story!
I stared at the television as a Green Day video just finished. My parents were in the kitchen doing dishes. My dad came out of no where and said "Kara, next time Green Day comes....I will buy you tickets!"
I beamed inside. I rushed next to him. "With front row and backstage passes?" I asked excitedly
"Woah! That costs alot of money. Just be lucky your even going!"
I was disappointed about the backstage. But hey...I'll get to see them. So over the next few months I revised a plan on how to meet Green Day. Either save money for backstage from a scalper or sneak back. Perfect!
*5 months later*
I pulled my hair into a high and tight pony tail, applied my eyeliner very thickly. I grabbed my jeans and put them on, accessing them with a balck studded belt. I found my black skull t-shirt and tied my purple/black/white plaided converse. I checked my self in the mirror. I grabbed a bag of "supplies". Skull sweater, camera, phone, the usual shit.
"Perfect." I smiled to myself.
I ran downstairs and said good-bye to my parents. My best friend Sam's mom was driving us to the concert. We were so excited. My parents bought mosh tickets aswell, we were so happy!
When we arrived, Sam and I raced out of the car. We were early so we could get front row! Sam and I walked up to the ticket check. They handed us our stubs and we ran down to front row. We sat for at least an hour before the palce started to fill up. You could feel the heat and sweat from people...ew. Finally they came out! We danced and moshed to the songs. The American Idiot album was really good! All of my favortie songs were played from the CD and other songs. Finally the concert was done. Sam and I waited as everyone was cleared out.
"Okay Sam...when the guards arn't looking jump up onto the stage!" I told her
The guards turned and we raced up and hid behind Tres drum set. Sam was smelling the seat.
"Ew..he farted alot..." she randomly said
I just gave her a disgusted look. I heard someone coming up onto the stage.
"Sh!" I quickly said
We store through spaces in the drum set. We saw a figure coming towards the drums.
"Shit...." I thought
"Hold on Billie! I forgot my sticks!"
"Tre! You have millions of drum sticks...why do those matter?"
"BECAUSE BILLIE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
"Whatever!"
Sam was ready to jump out at Tre. Unfortunately...she did!
I stared at the television as a Green Day video just finished. My parents were in the kitchen doing dishes. My dad came out of no where and said "Kara, next time Green Day comes....I will buy you tickets!"
I beamed inside. I rushed next to him. "With front row and backstage passes?" I asked excitedly
"Woah! That costs alot of money. Just be lucky your even going!"
I was disappointed about the backstage. But hey...I'll get to see them. So over the next few months I revised a plan on how to meet Green Day. Either save money for backstage from a scalper or sneak back. Perfect!
*5 months later*
I pulled my hair into a high and tight pony tail, applied my eyeliner very thickly. I grabbed my jeans and put them on, accessing them with a balck studded belt. I found my black skull t-shirt and tied my purple/black/white plaided converse. I checked my self in the mirror. I grabbed a bag of "supplies". Skull sweater, camera, phone, the usual shit.
"Perfect." I smiled to myself.
I ran downstairs and said good-bye to my parents. My best friend Sam's mom was driving us to the concert. We were so excited. My parents bought mosh tickets aswell, we were so happy!
When we arrived, Sam and I raced out of the car. We were early so we could get front row! Sam and I walked up to the ticket check. They handed us our stubs and we ran down to front row. We sat for at least an hour before the palce started to fill up. You could feel the heat and sweat from people...ew. Finally they came out! We danced and moshed to the songs. The American Idiot album was really good! All of my favortie songs were played from the CD and other songs. Finally the concert was done. Sam and I waited as everyone was cleared out.
"Okay Sam...when the guards arn't looking jump up onto the stage!" I told her
The guards turned and we raced up and hid behind Tres drum set. Sam was smelling the seat.
"Ew..he farted alot..." she randomly said
I just gave her a disgusted look. I heard someone coming up onto the stage.
"Sh!" I quickly said
We store through spaces in the drum set. We saw a figure coming towards the drums.
"Shit...." I thought
"Hold on Billie! I forgot my sticks!"
"Tre! You have millions of drum sticks...why do those matter?"
"BECAUSE BILLIE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
"Whatever!"
Sam was ready to jump out at Tre. Unfortunately...she did!
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