(Chapter 3.
AN: Stop flaming the story preps, OK? Otherwise fangz to the goffik people for the good reviews. Fangz again raven!(Kylie: It's another bird brain!) Oh yeah, BTW I don't own this or the lyrics for Good Charlotte. (Al: oh no, you own this. You don't get to not take responsibility for this fucked up mess, this is ALL YOU.)
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels.
Underneath them were ripped red fishnetsThen I put on a black leather mini-dress with all this corset stuff on the back and front (Al: 'all this corset stuff'. Do you mean lacing? Is that it?). I put on matching fishnet on my armsI straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists.I read a depressing bookwhile I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. (Pip: what the hell is GC? Is it a new venereal disease?)
I painted my nails black and put on TONS(Kylie: EYELINER BY THE POUND!) of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood (Joe: I assumed you drank sheeps blood. Excuse my idiocy.) so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car.
He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot of kewl boys wear it ok!) (Kylie: Joe, you're one of those 'kewl' boys!)
["Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice.
"Hi Ebony." he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz. the license plate said 666 and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs.
When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down (Starfish: You don't jump up and down in the moshpit. That is not moshing. That is jumping.) as we listened to Good Charlotte
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own the lyrics to that song).
"Joel is so f*cking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. (Starfish: since when can you have a heart to heart in the moshpit? Is that a thing now?)Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. (Starfish: while still in the moshpit. Nope. That's it. I give up on this generation.)
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary f*cking Duff. I f*cking hate that little bitch. I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. (Kylie: well I would HOPE you both had a great time after your little moment moshing with eachother) After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees.
Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into…the Forbidden Forest! (Pip: THE SUSPEEEEEEEENSE!)