I crawled on the floor, sneaking past the kitchen and into the joined living room, towards the couch where my BFF Molly sat, watching one of those strange American dramas she enjoyed. Carefully, I stood before jumping over the couch and landing on her.
"HEY!" I grinned, eliciting a scream from my roommate.
She stared at me for a moment, trying to process what just happened, before shooting me a glare.
"Sorry, Doll. You looked bored…" I 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 ran off before she could object, hiding in my room to get dressed. Turning on my speakers I had rigged to my ipod and custom "turntables", I began playing some Dethklok to get ready for the concert. I gleamed proudly at my turntables, which didn't use records but instead mimicked the scratching effect digitally. It also had a keyboard attachment that I loved so much! I quickly turned to my closet, which was strangely stuffed with clothes despite my distain for the fabrics. I decided, though I am going to a metal concert, for my outfit I would incorporate my love of raves as well, throwing on my electric blue tube top I made myself out of a strapless bra, a sheer lace top over that, my favorite silk-lined, extra tight leather pants, and my electric blue, knee high, 5 inch platform boots. My hair was already in two cute bun on top of my head, with the rest of my wavy curls falling down to my lower-back. Really my hair was down to my ass, but the buns brought it up a little.
I left my room, making sure to turn off my speakers, and sat in one of the barstools in front of the bar/kitchen counter, spinning around in circles while I waiting for Molly to get out. She came out in a pretty modest outfit, but for her, it was pretty much as sexy as it was going to get, which really was pretty sexy with that super tiny waist of hers, thanks to her constant corsetry.
"You look good, Molly," I grinned before grabbing the car keys and heading for the door, "Let's go!"
We got in my car and were about half way to the site of the concert when Molly broke out of her thoughts and spoke, "So, um, who are we going to see?"
"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!"
Molly laughed a bit, shaking her head before looking out the window again. We were almost there. The normally quiet, empty field in our home of Germany was now packed with people. Amazingly I found a spot to park that wasn't nearly a mile away. We signed the famous wavers after we gave our tickets to one of the nearly one hundred bouncers surrounding the area, and then walked into the crowd. We were a good distance from the most pit, something I did mainly for Molly since she was so nice and sweet. The stage rose from the ground and I cheered with the rest of the crowd. I turned to Molly to see a look of worry on her face. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, and before I knew it, she was squeezing her way to the front.
"Molly? What are you doing? The mosh pit's too dangerous for you!" I called after her.
I soon learned what was so urgent, when Nathan Explosion collapsed.
