A few weeks passed, and the concert day soon arrived. I ended up stealing money from mom. When she found out (again) she wasn't too thrilled at all and ended up grounding me. Again. Not to different from the usual, right? Well this time she actually took away my phone and computer and all that shit, so I had absolutely no contact with Alyssa whatsoever. And I didn't have a ride to the concert. So you know what I did?

Snuck out.

Yeah, doesn't sound like much, blah blah blah. But I've never snuck out of the house before. I was always too scared to. I mean, where would I even go? Alyssa is never home and barely answers text messages so she's no use. I don't have any other "real" friends and no family lived around me. And I didn't want to risk getting kidnapped or something.  But this time I had a reason:

To see the two most amazing people on the face of this earth.

I wasn't about to just let this concert slip away from my grip because mom got angry that I stole a few dollars from her wallet. I knew what she'd think I was doing anyways: prostitution. Especially since I took her money and snuck out. But it was some-what light outside, so it's not like it was in the middle of the night. Though, what should I care? I don't love her. She doesn't love me. She calls me a WHORE. Why on earth should I give a rats ass what she thinks?

Oh yeah, and my dad? I should probably mention him. He's been in prison since I was 3 because he got caught with marijuana. I don't remember him at all; his face, his voice, his smell, nothing. My mom never mentions him. I only know he's in prison because my aunt on mom's side told me. Otherwise, I don't know shit. I don't even care. Mom probably think I'll end up JUST like him. All fucked up and locked away forever. And hell, maybe I will! At least I'll be in a place where I'm taken care of.

That aside, I got dolled up in leather pants, black heels, Blood on the Dance Floor tank with a pink zebra tank under it that's see through and shows a bit of my black push-up bra underneath. I didn't put much make-up on; just some black eyeliner and mascara since my eyelashes are pretty much invisible, thanks to my naturally blond hair.

I hung out in my room until about 4:30 while mom was out buying groceries to sneak out my window, giving me enough time to walk to the venue myself. The concert started at 6:00, so that gave me more than enough time to budge to the front of the crowd barging into the venue.

As I walked the 5 blocks it would take to get to Station 4, I was wondering why the hell I chose to wear heels. What made me so stupid to think my heels would be comfortable in walking in and standing in for 4-plus hours? Azrael, you should've worn your damn converse. I scolded myself, Idiot!

I can't help but want to feel at least a bit sexy for the boys though....So i guess that's why. Not that they'd even find me sexy at all. Or even pretty...

Anyways, once I arrived at Station 4, I opened the door to the venue and stepped inside to be met by many other colorfully dressed teenagers with Unity stripes on their faces. Damn! I thought, I totally forget to do Unity stripes! How horrible of a fan am I?! I looked around frantically, trying to see if anyone had any liquid eyeliner or paint I could borrow, but only from what I could tell, a tall, skinny boy in leopard pants and a pink shirt that said "It's Only Gay If You Swallow!" had some black paint in his jeans pocket. He had black hair with bleach white streaks, 

"Um, excuse me?" I asked politely, taping him on his shoulder, "may I borrow that paint you have so I can do Unity stripes? It'll only take a few seconds..." I found myself getting nervous, twisting at the ends of my turquoise colored hair. I've never really talked to a boy before....

He smiled brightly, his eyes that I now just noticed had negative eye contacts in making the iris look white, showing a kind of gentleness and kindness that I haven't seen before in a male. All of the guys at my school are big jocks and macho-y and shit, into video games and wrestling. Nothing like this....But, with my luck, he's gay. He IS wearing a "It's Only Gay If You Swallow" shirt in the first place...

"Sure!" he replied, taking the tube out of his back pocket and handing it to me, "there's a mirror around the corner, right next to the door you could use!"

"Thank you SO much!" I exclained, rushing past the anxious people around me. I noticed there were a lot of parents with their children. I almost wish I had that....

After applying my stripes, I screwed the cap back on and handed it back to the boy. "See you later! Have a great time!" I said, my voice cracking awkwardly. I laughed softly under my breath, blushing and turning away quickly.

"See you!" he winked, chucking as I scurried away back towards the door. Why do I have to love the gay guys?

For the next hour and a half, I repeatedly looked all over the hallway every was stuck in for Alyssa. She was nowhere to be seen. Great, I'll be all alone for the pit... Alyssa and I vow to always protect each other in the crowds. If one of us gets pulled down, the other pulls the one up. If we get hurt, we're leaving, because we don't want to get even more hurt. But BOTDF isn't usually that bad. Its heavier bands that are....Like Motionless in White. And Asking Alexandria. Ha, they get fucking crazy!

Suddenly before I knew it, 6:00 arrived, and the official doors to the venue started to creak open. EVERYONE crowded near it at the same exact time, trying to squeeze their ways through to get to the front of the stage. Luckily I'm pretty skinny and have a small build, so I dashed through, the very first person to get inside the venue. I ran as fast as I could to the barricade, picking a spot that was right in the middle of the pit, in the very front. YES!!! I thought, I am fucking awesome! I did it all by myself! But I guess Alyssa either didn't make it, or arrived a bit late. Sucks for her, I guess.

30 minutes later, when over 300 people were packed into the pit, the lights started to dim until it was almost pitch black. A few seconds after, bright white strobe lights started streaming across the crowd, and people started to get antsy, shuffling around on their feet. A few started chanting "B-O-TDF" in unison, getting other people to join in too, including myself. Bright pink, green and red lights starting shining down on the stage, and the intro to "Sexting" started blarring over the speakers. I closed my eyes, feeling the buzz of people and noise and bliss around me.

 This was going to be the best night of my life. I knew it.

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The image to the right is what Azrael looks like..!! (: