Chapter 7
I changed into my new clothes then checked myself out in my mirror. My glasses covered up my whole face which really bothered me, so I decided that I would take them off once I got to the club. I applied light makeup like blush, eyeliner, and pink lipgloss then fixed my hair into a side ponytail with a few strands coming out. Once I was finished, I put on track pants and a huge sweatshirt over my clothes then walked downstairs.
"Where are you going?" asked my mom while I grabbed my keys.
"To Aly's house. We have a project, remember?" I sat around the house all day, locked up in my room to act as if I had a ton of research to do in order to make my story believable. Luckily, my mom bought it.
"Did you finish all your chores?" asked my dad, who was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Yup," I said while popping the p.
"Okay. Just make sure to be home by eleven."
"I will. Bye." I waved.
I got into my car then took off the sweatpants and shirt. I texted Aly to let her know I was on my way to pick her up. Once I did, we jammed to the radio the entire twenty minutes until we reached the club. The outside was packed. It was hard for me to imagine what the inside would be like. I made sure to take off my glasses before locking the car and going inside. There were girls that were literally screaming their throats out for Emblem3. I assumed they didn't get tickets because if they did, they would've been inside two weeks ago.
Inside was a hundred times worse than outside. The space wasn't nearly big enough to hold the amount of people. Every square inch of the building was taken up and more. There were strobe lights, a disco ball, and music blasting at the highest volume possible. Our seats were all the way in the front and since I could barely see as it was, I tripped on almost every single person I walked past. Once we got to the front, it took about five minutes for the show to begin.
A pop song played that was supposed to hype the crowd up and out came Drew, Wesley, and Keaton in that order. They went around the stage and touched people's hands. I almost died when Drew touched mine. I never wanted to wash my hand again.
They started off with a fast song called Curious.
I say bless me with a heart of gold
A positivity and a story to be told
I tripped, fell down through the sky
It's what it took for me to learn how to fly like
Oh yeah let my spirit fly my intentions are not to intoxicate but purify
Give me truth or every time I hear a lie
Joy be the only reason I get teary eyed
Imagine all Lennon had to say to make us want to pray for peace every single day
Keep your money don't want anything to do with it reach your love, heart of gold and I'm never losing this
Curious whatcha gonna do
Lies for words and you find you really don't care at all
I said you really don't care at all
Just curious whatchu gonna do lies for words and you find you really don't care at all
I said you really don't care at all
A few other fast songs came then they went a little slower with a song called Riptide. After that, Drew had a solo called Stranger. All in all, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves especially the band itself.
Everyone started to disperse the minute the band finished their set. As Aly and I were about to leave, someone caught my arm. I turned around and saw it was some guy, probably in his 20's, that was drunk. I tried pulling away, but he wouldn't budge. I could smell his bitter breath which made me want to puke all over him. The guy said, "Hey baby. Don't you want to stay for the after party?"
Aly stood there in horror. I was about to smack the guy with my free hand until someone beat me to it.
The drunk guy fell to the floor, clutching his face and yelping in pain. I looked up and saw that it was Drew who slapped the guy. Could he be any more amazing?
"I suggest you leave unless you want any more of a beating," said Drew raucously. The man ran for his life. "And stay out, you filthy *******" he yelled after him. All I could manage to say was a thank you. "No problem," he replied. "So. You girls busy right now or do you want to go out to eat?"
Just then, Keaton popped out of no where and energetically said, "Yeah. I'm starved," while rubbing his tummy. Oh Keats. He was like a little puppy.
"Sure. We're free," said Aly excitedly. I looked down at my watch. It was already 10:00. What the hey, I thought. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. They were practically celebrities anyway.
The five of us all went to Olive Garden. I sat next to Wes and Drew and Aly was on the other side of Wes and next to Keaton. I ordered a chicken fettuccine alfredo. "Twinsies!" yelled Drew. "That's my all-time favorite food." I couldn't hold back my laughter. Wes, Aly, and Keaton started getting to know each other while I talked to Drew.
"So how does it feel?" I asked while gorging down a forkful of alfredo. "Being all famous and stuff?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't care about being famous, and I definitely don't care about the money. I just enjoy doing what I love best. Making music and hoping it speaks to others like it does to me. I want others to be inspired by our music as well as jam out to it for fun."
I nodded. "But you probably still love the attention from all the screaming girls right? I mean who wouldn't?" I laughed.
" Yeah. I guess that's another benefit." He smiled.
After Drew paid the bill, we all stood outside, saying our goodbyes. Aly and I hugged all the guys, and I waited for Wes to make some remark about me since he'd been quiet all day, but it never came.
I dropped Aly off and by the time I got home, it was 12:00. Shoot. I'd be in so much more trouble. I made sure to put my gym clothes back on before I opened the front door and, like I expected, my parents were standing there, angry. "I know, I know. I'm late," I said. "But you both should be happy. I was doing a project to boost up my grades."
My parents looked at each other as if they had telepathic communication. Finally, my dad said, "Don't let this become a habit. We don't want you to stay out all night because your brain needs to rest."
I nodded then skipped happily upstairs to my room. Nothing, not even my parents, could ruin this perfect night.
