memories.
sunshine,
“Let’s play a game of russian roulette. I’ll hold the gun, you place the bet.” She jumps in time with the music, banging her hands on the hard metal of the security gates beside her. The bass thumps deep in her chest and her head bangs to the kick of the drums.
The energy in the air is like no other. Bands like this are what keep the metal music industry alive. Her auburn hair whips back and forth and she honestly can’t think of anything but the lyrics to the song. It’s honestly amazing how much music can alter your point of view.
Sort of how, if Dakota had been focused on anything other than the band in front of her, she might have noticed she had caught the attention of a certain guitar player who was watching one of his friends shows.
The energy in the crowd only increases as the band’s set goes on.
“I’m burning down every bridge we make. I watch you choke on the hearts you break. I’m bleeding out every word you say. Go to Hell for Heaven’s sake.” She screams the words with the rest of the crowd as adrenaline pumps through her veins. She taps on the shoulder of a taller guy beside her and asks for a lift. He grins kindly, uttering, “Fuck yeah! Be careful, though!” She surfs the crowd, so caught up in the moment that she doesn’t care that some fifteen year old pervert just grabbed her ass or that her eyeliner is smeared. All that matters is that for once in her life, no one can tell her to stop doing what she loves.
Well, no one but the huge ass security guard in front of her.
He escorts her down and points her towards the back of the crowd, not bothering to try and say anything over the loud music.
Her favorite song begins just as she gets back to where she was once standing and her more practiced, well executed screams sound a tiny bit over the blaring crowd.
“I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, I’ve said it a thousand fucking times. That I’m okay, that I’m fine, that it’s all just in my mind.” A few eyes in the crowd look over to her, impressed that a girl that tiny could make a sound so loud and powerful, but the rest of the crowd remains with their eyes glued to the set.
“Every second, every minute, every hour, every day. It never ends. It never ends.” The notes ring in her pierced ears and she pauses, taken aback by the memories that accompany the song.
But here again, recovery is a beautiful thing.
She came alone to this show, having just moved to southern California after spending most of her life in north Mississippi.
That’s why she was surprised when a heavy hand grasped her shoulder, followed by a ‘Hey, what’s up?’ She mentally snorts at the question. ‘What’s up?’ is such a silly question. The answers were limitless. The sky, gas prices, unemployment rates, the list goes on and on. But in this context, the question was extremely absurd to Dakota. Regardless, she puts aside all thoughts of how stupid social interactions are and instead smiles sweetly at the tattooed ginger in front of her.
“Just watching this sick band! They’re pretty amazing, right?” He nods, chuckling.
“Yeah, they’re pretty sweet.” At this point she turns back to face the band, having had her fill of being social for the night. He taps her shoulder again and she faces him, slightly peeved.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you wanna meet up later?”
Oh.
She isn’t prepared for this.
Mentally sprinting through all possible replies, she settles with, “Sure. Let me see your phone?” He digs his phone out of his pocket and hands it over. Her chipped turquoise nails type in her number and she titles it ‘girl at the rock show’. If he didn’t understand the reference, she wasn’t too sure how well this would work out. But to her enjoyment, he laughs as he reads the contact name.
“Blink 182 fan, huh? Well, I’ll see you later!” And with that he weaves his way through the crowd. She blinks, surprised at what had just happened. She had a kind of date. With a boy she didn’t know. Deciding that tonight is her one night dedicated to not over thinking anything, she shrugs.
At least the boy had good music taste.
The energy in the air is like no other. Bands like this are what keep the metal music industry alive. Her auburn hair whips back and forth and she honestly can’t think of anything but the lyrics to the song. It’s honestly amazing how much music can alter your point of view.
Sort of how, if Dakota had been focused on anything other than the band in front of her, she might have noticed she had caught the attention of a certain guitar player who was watching one of his friends shows.
The energy in the crowd only increases as the band’s set goes on.
“I’m burning down every bridge we make. I watch you choke on the hearts you break. I’m bleeding out every word you say. Go to Hell for Heaven’s sake.” She screams the words with the rest of the crowd as adrenaline pumps through her veins. She taps on the shoulder of a taller guy beside her and asks for a lift. He grins kindly, uttering, “Fuck yeah! Be careful, though!” She surfs the crowd, so caught up in the moment that she doesn’t care that some fifteen year old pervert just grabbed her ass or that her eyeliner is smeared. All that matters is that for once in her life, no one can tell her to stop doing what she loves.
Well, no one but the huge ass security guard in front of her.
He escorts her down and points her towards the back of the crowd, not bothering to try and say anything over the loud music.
Her favorite song begins just as she gets back to where she was once standing and her more practiced, well executed screams sound a tiny bit over the blaring crowd.
“I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, I’ve said it a thousand fucking times. That I’m okay, that I’m fine, that it’s all just in my mind.” A few eyes in the crowd look over to her, impressed that a girl that tiny could make a sound so loud and powerful, but the rest of the crowd remains with their eyes glued to the set.
“Every second, every minute, every hour, every day. It never ends. It never ends.” The notes ring in her pierced ears and she pauses, taken aback by the memories that accompany the song.
But here again, recovery is a beautiful thing.
She came alone to this show, having just moved to southern California after spending most of her life in north Mississippi.
That’s why she was surprised when a heavy hand grasped her shoulder, followed by a ‘Hey, what’s up?’ She mentally snorts at the question. ‘What’s up?’ is such a silly question. The answers were limitless. The sky, gas prices, unemployment rates, the list goes on and on. But in this context, the question was extremely absurd to Dakota. Regardless, she puts aside all thoughts of how stupid social interactions are and instead smiles sweetly at the tattooed ginger in front of her.
“Just watching this sick band! They’re pretty amazing, right?” He nods, chuckling.
“Yeah, they’re pretty sweet.” At this point she turns back to face the band, having had her fill of being social for the night. He taps her shoulder again and she faces him, slightly peeved.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you wanna meet up later?”
Oh.
She isn’t prepared for this.
Mentally sprinting through all possible replies, she settles with, “Sure. Let me see your phone?” He digs his phone out of his pocket and hands it over. Her chipped turquoise nails type in her number and she titles it ‘girl at the rock show’. If he didn’t understand the reference, she wasn’t too sure how well this would work out. But to her enjoyment, he laughs as he reads the contact name.
“Blink 182 fan, huh? Well, I’ll see you later!” And with that he weaves his way through the crowd. She blinks, surprised at what had just happened. She had a kind of date. With a boy she didn’t know. Deciding that tonight is her one night dedicated to not over thinking anything, she shrugs.
At least the boy had good music taste.
Notes
So. New story. I hope you like it!
@xbreakfreex
When you said that cole and Dakota are only on speaking terms I felt the feels x.x
5/22/14