Bakura hates waiting in queues, especially long ones. Ah - the things he does for love.
Ssor - this one just came to me when I was thinking about the Kaiser Chiefs gig last night, which was immense! But yes, last writing practise, and I also don't own the characters.
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About a week ago, Bakura was randomly scanning a magazine in Math class, anything to get out of actually doing some work. Reading it over, he'd seen an advertisement for a gig, Ryou's favourite band. He figured, it he bought tickets for them to go together, Ryou and him might get together. He was starting to wish he hadn't bothered.
Earlier that morning, Bakura had gotten up late and end up rushing to get ready and out the house. He had planned to go into town early to start queuing for the concert tickets, so that when they went on sale he'd be one of the first to get some.
The tickets went on sale sharply at 8 a.m. It was now 11:30, and as Bakura arrived the queue was already curling round the streets. He had never realised how popular that band were, personally he thought they were quite bad, but still, anything for lovely Ryou.
After an hour had gone by, Bakura began to get bored. There wasn't really anything to do when waiting on a street flocked with people that he didn't know and didn't want to. Every time he glanced at the time, his watch seemed to never change, the hands staying firmly in place. He sighed heavily and leant against a wall. It was going to be a very long day indeed.
Another hour passed and the line of people had moved very little. How many people could possibly want to go to the damn gig! Bakura figured people must have been camping outside the ticket office overnight or something. Madness over five people who could barely sing and didn't play metal anyway.
Starting to get restless, Bakura pulled his MP3 out of his right pocket. He hated the thing, but at least it'd keep his patience, or lack of it, at bay. The songs that were playing calmed him slightly, until the battery died. Bakura hated the device even more.
Playing I-spy by yourself wasn't exciting, as Bakura soon found out. And making words out of the license plates of passing cars was difficult when they moved so quickly and frequently. There was absolutely nothing to do, and his stomach growled loudly after smelling the foods from the cafes around him. He couldn't even leave to get anything. His dream plan was starting to turn into a nightmare.
As a third hour went past, Bakura could see the ticket office clearly. Finally! He thought, relieved. People seemed to be leaving faster now and he moved up quite quickly. He shrugged it off.
At last it was his turn.
"two tickets" he smiled briefly and the woman shook her head wearily, "sold out"
Bakura walked away slowly, gritting his teeth to refrain from screaming. His fists clenched, he really wanted to punch something. All that, and for what? Nothing! Bakura, hated waiting.
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Ssor - I am so glad that never happened to me. Well, I didn't order the tickets, and it was phone up ones anyways so…yea. Much love.