A/N: FINALLY DONE WITH TESTS! Yesterday, I took my last one (chem, ugh) and we had a stupid fire alarm right in the middle of it!

I failed my trig regents :"( But I'll take it next year with no complaints, I didn't really understand it anyway. Still, this is the first big test AND class I've ever failed. I won't stop till I pass it!

But summer has officially started and I wanna write! Lucky you guys XD


"Okay, you have your phone?"

They were parked right outside the entrance. Maka watched the people file in absently while Liz played mother hen. She rattled off questions- "you have your phone, you have your money?"- while digging through Maka's little purse, checking to see she really did have them.

"I don't think I can do this, Liz."

The Thompson sister's hands froze and she slowly lifted her head to stare at Maka aghast.

"Don't do this to me now, Maka! Don't frikkin do this to me! ," she pleaded.

Patti's head bobbed up from the back seat. "You can do it, Maka! ," she sang encouragingly.

It did little though to cool Maka's nerves. She could feel her stomach jump with every person who walked by. She was looking for him. Or anyone else who knew her, for that matter.

Liz sighed impatiently. "Just get out of my car and go have fun." She reached across Maka's stomach and grabbed the door handle, forcefully swinging it open and almost hitting passerby's in the process. She roughly handed the girl her purse and pushed her shoulder, making her exit the car.

Waiting for Maka to desperately avoid falling flat on her face, Liz tried to say something that'd make her feel more at ease. Except for Patti, she wasn't really used to being comforting. The Brooklyn streets ran too deep.

"If anyone bothers you, call me. I'll come get you. And don't worry about someone recognizing you! You look so "not Maka" it isn't funny!"

In truth, she looked nothing like her normal self. Always one for flowing clothes, it was a struggle to get her into skin tight skinny jeans, sparkly tube top, and heels. Liz had reasoned that simply changing the clothes wouldn't do much for her appearance. Maka had to agree, and it was only because of that that she warily tied on…breast enhancers. One of her most notorious features was her small breasts, so no one would think twice about her two cup sizes bigger chest.

And then there was the hair. She was convinced black would not look good with her complexion; her skin was just so soft and pale the back would completely wash her out. But Patti's choice wasn't half bad: a short bob.

While checking herself over for any missed Maka-ness, she realized something.

"My eyes, Liz! What about my eyes?"

Liz's own eyes, which were currently glaring the crap out of some guys who stared at Maka as they passed, flashed to Maka's. "I don't think we have to worry bout that," she said.

"Lots of people have green eyes and yours aren't exactly a rarity."

Liz waited for Maka to shut the passenger door then peeled off, nearly gunning down innocent pedestrians. They swore at her but she was already around the corner.

Maka turned around unsteadily. The thin straps of her hells dug painfully into her foot, but she bit her tongue. It's worth it, she chanted, it's worth it. With her purse in one fist and the ticket clutched tightly in the other, the young woman took wobbly steps, trying not be swept away by the excited crowd entering the gates.

All the people around her chattered animatedly about how "stoked" they were and how "boss" this concert was going to be. Maka could never get a grasp on today's lingo, but the overall aura of this group was enough to make her smile, understanding enough to be just as excited as them. For the moment, her fears were forgotten.

She smiled eagerly at the man who took her ticket, absently telling her to enjoy and quickly ushered her inside. She was taken aback at the mass of people who took over the concert lawn, but then what did she expect. Maka took in her surroundings, eyes wide with the wonder of her first concert as the flow of the crowd guided her to the back. From there, she could look out on the entire space. The stage was tiny, but she didn't mind about actually seeing the band members or not. She was there for the music.

Whether it was made by man or machine, if its sound pleased her, Maka listened.

Not even five minutes after claiming a spot did the first opening act come on. A group of young men to her right cheered rowdily and started to sing along; strings of "high fivin' mother fugger" chorused. She didn't know the band and just assumed it was a local one. One man yelled "Jason, Jason!" implying he knew that band mate personally. Maka chuckled a little as they clapped the loudest for their friend on stage.

Maka looked from one group of friends to another, now noticing she was the only one standing alone. Her heels began to hurt from the pressure of the heels. Seeing as there was nothing else to do, Maka sat down on the grass with her knees up to her chest. She rested her forehead on them and waited patiently for the real show to begin.

People walked past her, taking no more notice than it took to step by her. She was a rock in a stream and they flowed around her effortlessly.

From the left, Maka heard yelling. Not interested enough to actually look, she listened to what was starting to turn into a fight. "You've had enough to drink, get out of here," she heard a man say.

Another man replied with jumbled slurs, but otherwise complied. Footsteps crunched through the grass in her direction. They were just about to pass her when he stumbled and she was jolted by a cold splash of liquid landing on her shoulders and neck. She yelped as she quickly lifted her head from her knees. The man was face down in front of her and only groaned.

Maka stiffly crawled backwards away from the grounded drunk. She stood up and gripped her now freezing arms. Jaw slack from was just transpired and body shivering from the cool breeze torturing her soaked skin, it took everything in Maka not to kick the defenseless man.

Too occupied with her own suffering, she barely registered it as the blue haired man staggered to his feet, stumbling a few steps more and making his way away from her. He didn't apologize! , Maka fumed. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that he spilled his beer all over her. She watched him fumble through the crowd in disgust.

"Jesus Christ…"

A voice moaned from behind Maka. A voice that made her body about 50 degrees colder.

" 'Star! What the hell man?"

The voice was now next to her, talking to her now, but she didn't dare turn to it.

"Sorry bout that. Show hasn't even started and already he's drunk," the voice laughed nervously, trying to make slight of his embarrassing friend's actions. Maka didn't respond. She couldn't. All bodily functions had stopped working.

"Uhhh… Look, you're soaking wet," the voice said awkwardly. She could imagine him rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey, come with me, I'll get some paper towels. Kinda try to make up for that idiot."

He grabbed her by the shoulders suddenly, turning her towards him. For a second, Maka considered just running away, but she knew she wouldn't get far in these shoes. She had no choice but to confront him and hope Liz's magic works.

"Yeah, again, really sorry bout him. He's just-…whoa…Maka?"


Cue overly dramatic music!

This whole chapter was based on my own first and only concerting experience.

$5 tickets + Flogging Molly + Beer + A whole bunch of Irish people (myself included) = Many a beer spilled on innocent 13 year olds XD

Still fun though

Expect the next chapter within the week!