Humming the Oscar Meyer Bologna song to myself, I made my way to the living room, which was pretty much half the kitchen. While taking that red skin thiny off my bologna, I sat my butt on the couch and turned on the tv, switched on the Wii, and turned on the Netflix. I took a bite out of my favorite lunchmeat as I browsed around the recently watched, trying to decide which strange American TV series I would continue watching. Of course I had to flip past all those silly music documentaries my roommate loved so much. I do suppose it was understandable, what with her being a music major, but still, I was the one paying for the Netflix… Landing on Desperate Housewives, I happily watched the overly-dramatic show ensue.
"HEY!" my roommate, Sophia, practically screamed, popping out of nowhere and putting her face inches in front of mine.
I screamed, surprised by her sudden appearance.
After I realized it was only Sophia, and after I got my heart to stop beating in my ears, I looked to her, hoping for a good explanation of WHY she just did that!
"Sorry, Doll. You looked bored…" she shrugged, "Hey! Get dressed in your sexiest outfit! We're going to a concert!"
"Why must my outfit be sexy? Why can't I just wear the usual?"
"…Sexy! Now!"
I sighed and watched a nude Sophia run into her room.
"I will never understand her," I sighed, getting off the couch and walking into my room, where I looked through my closet in search for something that would pass Sophia's "sexy" standards but still be modest. This was hard, but I typically pulled it off somehow. Shrugging, I tossed on the leather corset she gave me for my last birthday, a lacey, black, knee-length skirt, and some leather boots. Nothing special, but it should suffice… I really didn't care for the leather corset, as it was a bit too risqué for my tastes, but it made Sophia happy so I dealt with it. Putting on a little black eyeliner to pull it all together, I looked into the mirror. It really wasn't 'me' but it was something I rarely wore so it didn't really matter much. I ran my brush through my blonde hair real quick before walking out of my room to see Sophia spinning on one of the barstools in our kitchen. She was in her usual mish-mosh style clothing: an electric blue "tube top" (it was really a strapless bra she altered since they stay up easier) under a very sheer black lace top, a pair of very tight leather pants, her electric blue 5 inch platform knee-high boots, and her hair was tone up into two buns on top of her head with the rest of her curly black hair cascading down to her lower back.
"You look good, Molly!" she grinned, grabbing the car keys from the kitchen bar/counter. "Let's go!"
I nodded and followed her. We got in her car and made our way out of the city. I stared out the window, lost in my own little world.
"So, um, who are we going to see?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh! Dethklok! They're amazing and they are downright impossible to get into! I won them from some guy at a bar!"
"Drinking contest?"
"Hell yeah!"
I laughed a bit, shaking my head. I looked out at a normally empty field and saw it was PACKED with a bunch of people in black. That had to be where the concert was going to be…
We parked and made our way out to the front gates, where we gave them our tickets, and for some reason we had to sign wavers…I passed it off as something for the mosh pit and signed it. We walked into the massive crowd, keeping close to one another.
"It's going to start soon!" Sophia grinned, bouncing in place.
Suddenly, a large stage rose from the ground and loud music began to play. The big guy in the middle didn't look too good… I began walking closer, squeezing inbetween people to attempt to get up to the cage.
"Molly? What are you doing? The mosh pit's too dangerous for you!" Sophia called to me.
And then it happened.
I knew it would happen.
The big guy collapsed, and everyone gasped. I began fighting my way to the front, trying to get to them. I had to help! I had to…