AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! Again, I'm not a prep. So I can still flame. FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don't own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. Lace? You've seriously never heard of lace? I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. Ughhhh, I'm going to see Green Day tonight, I'm so depressed! I'm going to slit my wrists... I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding Hold up, the book was bleeding or your wrists? and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. Facepalm. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert. More True Blood? You need to buy your blood somewhere else, I heard that stuff was addictive.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car Whoa, when did he get a flying car? And a flying car license?He was wearing a Simple Plan AHHHHH damn you! You brought another one of my bands into this stupid story! t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!). Are they gay?

"Hi Draco!" I said in a depressed voice. Because rock concerts always bring you down.

"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. Okay, I don't like Marilyn Manson, so I'm not going to have a fit again. 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 as we listened to Good Charlotte. Jumping up and down? That's not moshing. That's Random Dancing.

"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 da lyrics 2 dat song). You said that already.

"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice. Don't say that in front of your crush! Dumb-ass Sue.

Suddenly Draco looked sad. Gee, I wonder why.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Once again, you're not moshing. I don't think you'd last in a real mosh pit. I have the upper body strength of a first-grader and I still survived a mosh pit. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said. See, that's why you don't say the lead singer is hot in front of your crush. Catching on, Ebony?

"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective. Oh, yeah, you can do totally do that in a mosh pit and not worry about others knocking you to the ground.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face. If she has a blonde face, does that mean mine is dark brown with blonde highlights?

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benjiand 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! Oh shit!

So, hope you enjoyed that! Oh, if any of you are Hunger Games fans, check out my fanfic "Always." The new chapter will be up sometime tomorrow!

~LDD