Ok, this is my first CampRock story, so read and review!
It wasn't fair. I love music. Everything about it draws me in. The notes, softly strummed on a guitar, or fingers pressing down on piano keys. The rhythm, beat, dynamics. But the thing I love most about music is the lyrics. It didn't matter if the band was horrible. If their lyrics were real, and true and not some over-processed junk, then nothing else matters. I love music, and would to anything to have the life that Shane Grey lives. But he goes around yelling at people if his water isn't perfectly chilled, or his hair and make up isn't done just right. Such a jerk.
"Happy Birthday Mitchie!" My parents stood at the bottom of the stairs, grinning, as the enveloped me in a hug. "Here, you can open one present before you go to school." My mom said. I grabbed the smallest one, it looked like a CD. Maybe it was that new Connect Three CD I'd secretly been wanting. Just because Shane was a jerk didn't mean that I couldn't listen to it. He wasn't the only member of the band, no matter how much he thought he was. I ripped the pink paper apart and inside was the CD, along with two front row seat tickets to their show tonight. I didn't even know they were coming here! I mean, I live in Avon, Connecticut. It's not exactly the biggest town in the world.
"The tickets are for you and Caitlyn." My dad said. "Omigosh, Thanks!" I gave them one more hug, and then ran upstairs to get dressed. I looked into my closet and changed into a purple Hollister V-neck shirt, and a pair of black skinny jeans. I threw on my black and white Converse low tops, and went over to my vanity table. I straightened my already almost straight hair and parted my bangs to the side. I swiped some light purple eyeliner and mascara on. Then looking in the mirror, I sighed. Something was missing. I took some black and silver bangles off my desk and slid them onto my arm. I grabbed my enV cell phone, lip gloss, and wallet off my night stand, threw them into my Vera Bradley blue and brown messenger bag and ran out of my room.
"Bye Mom, Bye Dad!" I yelled as I searched for my black hoodie. "Bye honey!" They yelled as I sprinted out the door. I ran halfway down the block to my bus stop. When I finally got there, my best friend Caitlyn was waiting for me.
"Happy birthday!" She squealed as she hugged me. "So, have you opened any presents yet?" She asked excitedly. She was wearing a pink Abercrombie tank top, and jeans. Her curly honey blonde hair bounced as she waited anxiously for my reply. "Ya, I got the new Connect Three CD, and oh, not really anything else, except for, oh, I don't know TWO FRONT ROW SEAT TICKETS FOR THEIR CONCERT TONIGHT!?" Caitlyn is a big Connect Three fan, so I knew she would love this. Her room is covered in posters, and she is completely in love with them. All of them. She knows everything about them. Favorite colors, birthdays, even what shampoo they use. "WHAT?? Omigosh Mitchie, please tell me one of those tickets is for me!" She begged. "Well, of course, who else would I give it to, Tess?"
Tess was the resident mean girl at our high school. She was gorgeous, with big blue eyes, and long blonde hair she tossed around in people's faces every chance she got. She was captain of the Dance team, and was completely in love with Shane. "Mitchie, I love you!!" Caitlyn was almost crying she was so happy. We boarded the bus and sat down in the back. Caitlyn was jabbering on about how we needed to find outfits, when I heard an all too familiar voice.
"Um, excuse me, losers? You're in my seat." It was the blue eyed devil herself. "Oh, Get a life, Tess." Caitlyn looked at Tess as if she was a bug on her shoe. "So, Mitchie, can you believe we've got FRONT ROW SEATS to the CONNECT THREE concert tonight?" I knew she was trying to make Tess jealous, so I played along. "I know, right up next to the stage! And Shane Grey is just soooooo hot!" I giggled. "Wh-what?" Tess stammered. "Even I couldn't get front row seats!" she wailed. "Sorry, Tess, we'll try to get you an autograph...NOT!" Caitlyn smirked. She hates Tess. Tess, on the verge of tears, said "Whatever, losers!" and turned back to her clones. I smiled, knowing how jealous all the girls in school would be. The girls at my school are hard core fans. And here was I, the only one not completely obsessed, with front row seats? Life just wasn't fair.