I got up from my spot on the couch, looking out the window while ignoring the TV. It was five in the morning, and I still had the TV on, like usual.
Bored out of my mind, I grabbed my iPod and walked outside in my jean shorts and black tank, listening to 'Fix Me' by Marianas Trench. They were my favorite band; they had music I related to and were funny as hell!
Brushing a dark brown hair out of my pale face, I rounded the corner of the road and looked around, examining the unpopular street and how it was different at five in the morning from when it was five in the afternoon. It was nearly a ghost town. Nothing like Milwaukee or Ontario- half the roads stayed silent other than the bar down the road. An occasional car would pass, and I would step aside (or start running away to scare them) to let them go, soon returning to my daily walk. I never got any sleep, so I was usually still awake at this time anyway.
The song ended and the next one came on, 'Skin and Bones'. This and Sicker Things were the songs I definitely related to more than others. They were about eating disorders and the agonizing pain of life- depressing, I know.
About six hours later I was just finishing up getting ready for the concert; today was my first actual Marianas Trench concert, and I was absolutely ecstatic. The dark makeup surrounded my dark eyes, lips and skin pale against my black tank and skinny jeans, converse on as well. I had a purple, white and navy studded belt. Nothing would make this day any better; I was seeing my favorite band, wearing my favorite clothes, and feeling on top of the world.
I only had two hours until the concert, and it was an hour and a half drive. So knowing I needed to get out, I revved up my Jeep Wrangler and pulled out of my driveway, locking the house and driving toward the Marcus Amphitheatre, toward the concert.
It was not as long as I'd expected. I drove; got gas; some Coke Zero; and a pack of gum. I never knew when I'd get the extremely small appetite I usually got, so I kept gum in case, and soda for when I got thirsty. Josh Ramsay, the lead singer of Marianas Trench, absolutely loved the soda. The other bandmates even said he was addicted, but I just thought it was more of a healthy obsession.
Holding two Cokes, I walked toward the stage, walking around back like I always did at busy places. It was only to avoid crowds.
While I was walking, I heard a voice that seemed extremely familiar, but I could not get the person through my head; it wasn't possible.
"Fuck.. I'm out of Coke." Said a smooth voice.
"Really, man? Holy shit, we brought like twelve bottles!"
"Yea, but I'm saving the last six for the second half of the show."
"You're insane, dude." That was a third voice.
Leaning against the wall, soft skin rubbed against the cold metal as I edged closer and looked around. It was them!
Josh Ramsay and his gorgeous, blue-grey eyes stood next to Matt Webb and his messy brown hair, Mike Ayley tuning his electric guitar and Ian drinking a Mountain Dew.
It was Marianas Trench, in the flesh.
It took all of my willpower not to shout there, but I tried to stay cool for my idols, and kept walking, holding the Cokes in plain sight.
"O-O-Oh my god.. I'm s-sorry..!" I choked out. Yeah, I could fake stuff easily. The guys saw me before I could even speak. All I knew was this; I was standing less than ten feet from the exact same four guys who gave me the willpower to live.