By the time Anakin arrived, Fall Out Boy was playing. He looked around, scanning the crowded area, to see if he saw anyone he recognized from last year.
"Anakin!" A loud female voice called out. Anakin immediately bolted his hand towards his lightsaber hidden in a pocket. He spun around, catching a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He breathed a sigh of relief at seeing Alison Johnson, a nineteen-year-old girl who he had met the year before. She was clad in her The Used tee shirt and a pair of well-loved black jeans. Last year, the two had started a huge argument over which band was better, The Used or My Chemical Romance. They had somehow ended up becoming friends and going out to dinner that night, at a small late-night café.
"Hey, Alison," He flashed a boyish grin, "How are you?" He asked, shoving a drunk dude out of his way.
The man stumbled and fell into his friend, laughing. "Dude, I don't what that shit you gave me was, but I need some more." The drunkard continued to titter from the ground.
Alison eyed him. "Alright, nice shirt," she conceded. "The Used still kicks MCR's ass."
"No, they don't," he replied smoothly, raising a slender gold eyebrow.
"Man, this should be a Jedi exercise!" The sandy-haired youth thought, shoving off another drunk dude, this one smelling slightly of old coffee and urine, that had just rammed into him. "Going to Warped Tour without getting pissed off."
"And Sugar we're going down swinging!"
"So what's the line-up?" He asked her, having to all but shout in her ear to be heard over the music.
"Fall Out Boy, Trapt, The Used, Alkaline Trio, All American Rejects, and some gay band called My Chemical Romance." She recited. She was able to match his tone with ease, obviously an old hat at concerts such as this.
Anakin laughed. "Ha, ha you're SO funny." His words dripped with sarcasm.
"Thank you!" she returned cheerfully over the loud roar. She let out a piercing scream when The Used came on. "C'mon! Let's see if we can push towards the front!" She said, slight breathless with excitement. The two fought their way through the gathered throng – or, rather, Alison shoved people out of her way, as Anakin used his Jedi talents. Ah, the joys of being a Jedi.
"Hey, yo! I was here first, asshole!" Someone yelled at Anakin as he tried to get past him.
"You will let me pass," Anakin said, with a seemingly careless wave of his hand.
"I will let you pass," the guy repeated and shuffled out of the way. Soon Anakin and Alison had neared the stage, the deafening music at an exhilarating level.
………
"I hate Warped Tour," Obi-Wan Kenobi muttered beneath his breath as he approached the front gates. He stepped under a streetlight, wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of jeans. "Well," he began, with the resigned air of a martyr, "Here goes my suicide mission." He gave a guy his ticket and strode through the turnstile, where he was roughly frisked by a security guard. The security guard shoved him in the back, causing Obi-Wan to stumble forward, nearly crashing into a girl. "Sorry," he muttered.
She giggled, slopping beer in a red plastic cup down her front.
He turned away, striding through the archway. It opened onto a platform, where he could see the crowded pavilion. "Great!" he muttered at the size of the crowd.
"Anakin Skywalker!" Obi-Wan snapped through the bond he shared with Anakin.
"Oh, shit!" Anakin replied.
"'Oh, shit,' is quit right, Anakin. now where are you" Obi-Wan asked.
"Um… in the crowd!"
"Oh, yes, THAT'S helpful!" Obi-Wan replied and he felt Anakin grin smugly.
"I know, right! Whoops! Got to go, love this song!"
The bond was broken.
"Damn," Obi-Wan muttered.
………
"Woo!" Alison screamed, grabbing Anakin by the hand and jumping into the air.
Anakin grinned, "Everyone headband or you're a Separatist!"
And it's all that
I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
It's all that I've
got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got!
The lead singer of The Used tore off his shirt, throwing it into the audience. Anakin used the Force to make it veer two feet to the left into Alison's outstretched hand!
"Oh my God! I think I am going to die!" She said. Anakin laughed. A couple people tried to wrestle the shirt out of Alison's hand, but she kept a firm grip.
"THANK YOU NEW JERSEY! GOOD NIGHT!" The Used left the stage and Alkaline Trio came on.
A/n: THANK YOU NEKO KUROBAN FOR HELPING ME OUT!
