Prologue
Pulsations from the huge speakers cause the floor to shake, you could feel every thump of the bass thrasing through your body, and rattling through your chest. Sweat soaked bodies were pressed tightly together, as total and complete strangers formed an allience to appreciate the band playing on the stage. The harsh and violent slamming on a guitar, the pounding of the kick drum, and the wailing of misguided teen harmonised together to create an unbelievable sensation.
The firey red locks of the singer flung around, as she dominated the stage and tosed her head. The haunting music spoke of a tragic love story, of a heart left broken and in disarray. The music swelled as her brusque voice broke, and the livid expression faded to be replace with one of gloom. I stood there surrounded by swarms of people, feeling like an outsider, as I watched the only girl I have ever loved fall to pieces.
AN: This is just a story that has been stuck in my head for a few years now, and since I'm recently on holiday from University I thought I would take the chance to write and get it out of my head. I'm not perfect, but I will try my hardest to fix any spelling or grammar errors, so please, bear with me.