Crosswalk on Pearl Blvd, Friday 11:20 am
"WATCH IT!!!" yelled the driver angrily at the girl who narrowly missed being hit by his screeching car.
"Damn swabs." Muttered the girl under her breath, even though she shouldn't have ran through when the red hand was flashing. Ignoring the catcalling from a car full of sailors stopped at the intersecting light, she adjusted her short jean skirt and pulled her plain grey shirt down, thinking of how much she hated crossing the streets that issued traffic from the navy base. The young sailors looking and hooting at her from their souped-up low ride cars always irked her a bit.
Kat, as she preferred to be called, looked inside the plastic Rite-Aid bag she was carrying to recheck the hair color she bought. Even though she spent an hour sitting in front of the expanse of hair dyes in the aisle, she was nervous about the change in color. Putting vibrant coppery-red streaks into thick black-brown hair that reached the middle of her back would make it the first time she'd dyed her hair. But more than anyone else, she knew that there was a first for everything. Living cautiously would never be the style of Kat Kaylor.
Passing by a telephone pole with a black-and-white flyer on it, Kat quickly rerouted, turning back around to look. With the words FREE ROCK SHOW scratched boldly at the top, the paper was decorated with hand-drawn-yet-anatomically-incorrect skulls and listed bands. Peering at the notice on the wooden pole through the thin black frames of her glasses, Kat nearly yelped when she read the local bands on the line-up: Subversive Youth, The Underfed, and best of all of the local high-school garage bands: The Newsboys.
Digging into the small messenger bag she was carrying, Kat pulled out her cell phone to round up the girls for a night of punk rock.
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