"Lani, I really don't need to go. I have a date. Two!"

"Really? With who?" She said skeptically, her dyed purple hair trembling under all the hair spray.

"Ben & Jerry."

"Har Har, aren't you funny! Get dressed." I grumbled some colorful words to her as I went into her room. Delanie Lopez, my beautiful feisty latina best friend who was a little more curvy (A lot more) curvy than me. So it made no physical sense that these clothes fit me like a glove. I'd seen her wear these before and it look perfect on her. Unless these just went sisterhood of the traveling pants on us, this is mathematically impossible. Trust me, I'm a mathlete. But, being the best friend I am, I changed into them and let Lani curl my hair and do my make up extremely bold like she would do it on herself. When she was done I didn't look myself, but she looked happy. Why am I doing this. I mean, why am I worried about her being happy when my boyfriend of almost two years just told me he'd been cheating on me with this woman he was more in love with than me since day one. He never told me her name.

"Honey, we are going to rock this concert!" Lani was so excited for this band, I can't remember the name. Like 10 minutes of spring or something. I don't know, but she was totally into them and got us front row tickets from her current boyfriend. Or maybe it was the last one. I don't know, she goes through them so fast. Her problem is she falls to soon and gets bored to quick. But she's my best friend, so I'm inclined to think they're assholes. Even if they are good guys. But that's barely. We live in LA. How are we supposed to find good guys in a sea off jerks who think they are top notch. The struggles right?

I should be angry at Nick. I really should. But I can't. I came out from New York about two weeks ago to be with him, luckily, Lani has always dreamed of living in LA. So we moved in together, the my mom came down and I moved in with her. But it was Nick and I who were supposed to move in together. I actually came to his apartment with arms full of boxes and this was how he repaid me. I should be angry, but for a strange reason, I feel sickly relieved. I was scared. We had been together for almost two years, we were moving in together. We were probably going to get married. He was, well at the time, perfect. Yet, I would go to sleep terrified of what was to come. What if he had a weird foot fetish or hair fetish and when we were married I would have to deal with that. Or even when we moved in together. I knew everything about him, yet he knew nothing about me. He would make me orange juice and waffles for breakfast. I'm allergic to oranges and I hate waffles. He could be very insensitive towards my feelings, especially about my parents. But did he care? Not really. But I loved him, so I saw past it.

"Harley! We are here! Do you think we will meet the band! Ashton is so cute, maybe I can hook up with him! Do I look okay?" She yelled at me with excitement evident in her voice.

"Probably not, but if we do probably and you look fabulous." I answered.

"Harley…" She said something edging on the tone of her voice. Sadness? Guilt? "Let's go!" She jumped from the car and got in line with our tickets. As if nothing happened. I sighed and walked into the line with her. She was bouncing with excitement as we entered the stadium.

"I can't wait to see 5 Seconds of Summer!" Someone screamed in the distance. So that's was their name. Well I was close. We went to our respected row and waited for them to make their entrance. These beautiful people as Lani called them. I've seen some pictures of Ashton, their drummer which I don't hear enough about. Sarcasm intended. I prefer guitarists myself. I waited for the fog to roll in and the lights to dance. I didn't wait. First came their drummer, he was cute. Then their bass guitarist and another guitar player, his purple spiked hair.

"They are even hotter in person!" Lani yelled as another one walked on. Then the final one came. His blonde hair spiked up and his lip peircing glinting in the light.

"Yeah. They are." I whispered. This mysterious person was beautiful. His arms decorated in permanent drawings. I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel. I watched as he walked up to the middle mike, his guitar in hand. He looked down to get the right fingering for the first chord, hip tongue playing with the piercing. Then he looked up, and I swear everything was quiet as our eyes meet. Or at least I thought they met. His mouth opened and closed for a second, like a fish gulping for air, then he swallowed and started talking into the mike.

"Hello LA! How are you tonight!" He spoke. His voice like an angels, heavy with an Australian accent. "I see many lovely ladies here tonight!" He looked back at Ashton, whose baby face was concentrated on the beat he was about to carry. The middle guitarist strung the first note before they went into a song. His singing voice was even more beautiful.

"You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down" The entire time he sang this he looked at me. Or maybe he was looking a Lani. Guys usually look at her. She had the curvy body and the chest most guys liked. Guys stared at her, and I sat back and read a book, occasionally talking about "all the guys" fighting for her. Anything for her. I was fine with not being stared at. Now here's this guy, staring at me while he sings about this girl wearing his underwear. Talk about awkward… But it was strangely intimate. After a while I started to dance. Nothing big, just some swaying and hip sashaying. I had limited space and this beat was good. I closed my eyes and let the beat of the drums reverberate in my body, and the strum of the guitars melody send me floating. The song ended and they started another one, and another one, and another one. It was almost 2 in the morning and they announced they were only doing one last song. I felt Lani nudge me as the front row went eerily quiet. I opened my eyes to see the middle mike guy standing in front of me on the platform holding his hand out to me. I looked around to make sure it wasn't someone else. I even pointed to Lani and the guy shook his head. I slid my hand into his and let him pull me on stage. His hands felt rough as they enveloped mine. Callused from too many years of playing guitar. I felt his hand leave mine as he started to play. But he wasn't singing. I knew they alternated songs, but I liked it best when he sang. The guy to his left was singing, I think it was Amnesia. He was dark and had a rather large nose. But it fit his face. I looked around. The one on his other side, the one with the purple hair was giving him the eyes. The Make-a-move Lawd what is happening!

"I'm Luke." He said to me. "What's your name?"

"Uh… Harley Braden."

"Like the motorcycle company?"

"No like the comic character."

"Well it's a beautiful name. For a beautiful girl." I blushed, something I hadn't done in a while. "Hold on or a sec. My parts coming up." I listened to his voice as it drifted through the melody. I swayed from side to side. I closed my eyes and followed the beat of the music as it beat with my heart. I felt someones hands at my waist. I quickly opened my eyes to see soft blue ones staring intently down at me. I tentatively put a hand on his bicep, tracing the pattern of his tattoos.

"Hi." he said, his face open in a giant smile. Luke twirled me and pulled me closer.

"Hi." I smiled back. I'm dancing with a superstar, might as well enjoy it. I felt his hands on the small of my back and I put mine around his neck. We were swaying from side to side when the song ended. Luke's hands dropped from my waist and the bass guitarist said a few words to shut down the concert. As I was about to go off the stage to Lani, Luke came up and picked me up bridal style. I heard a lot of screams from crazy fan girls, but all I could see was his blue eyes shining with laughter like kid on Christmas. The old me would have jumped down and ran away. But now…I just smiled and let him carry me off stage.

.2014