A/N: I don't own the Jonas Brothers but I wish I owned Joe. ENJOY!
Krisha started dialing their mom's number. She listened through the receiver, it started ringing and waited for their mom to pick up until she reached the voice mail. "Eff." She cussed under her breath then dialed it again. She was prompted to the voicemail yet again. "Hey, what time did mom say she's going to pick us up?" she asked, directing the question to Kyla.
"Dad said she'll be here just about now." was Kyla's reply.
"Well she's not picking up." Krisha said, then flipped her phone open again and started typing an sms message to their mom.
Mom, Kyla's done shopping. Where are you? –Krisha.
She clicked send then slammed her phone close. She waited impatiently for a reply. A few minutes passed and she got nothing. She walked to a bench with Kyla following her closely behind and at there.
"This is lame. Where is mom?" Kyla demanded after a few minutes.
"I don't freakin' know. She hasn't replied." Just as Krisha said that, her phone vibrated. On the screen aid she has a new message. She opened it an saw that is was from their mother. It read:
I thought your Dad was picking you up after? Anyways, I have an important meeting. Get a cab, and tell Kyla I can't make it to bring her to the concert.
Krisha slammed her phone shut the second time in a few minutes that one would think that she wa trying to break it. Kyla looked at her questioningly but she simply shook her head then walk off, motioning Kyla to follow her. They got a cab after waiting what seemed like forever.
"Mom said he can't bring you to the concert later." Krisha aid a they both got in the cab.
"But…" Kyla's voice was shaking with disappointment, "she promised. And Dad cannot come either. This sucks!" he exclaimed trying to contain herself.
"Tell me about it." Krisha said.
Kyla looked a if she was going to have a misfit, "Well I'm still going!"
Krisha just gave a forced laugh, "Well, no one's taking you. So you can't."
"You're taking me." Kyla decided with a cute little grin.
"No I'm not and that's final." Krisha said with such conviction, then shut herself off through the rest of the ride by putting on her earphones.
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Three hours after, Krisha still could not quite figure how she ended up in a cab with her sister Kyla on the way to the concert. But then again, how could she possibly turn down her sister when she makes one of those conscience and guilt rattling faces? Sure Kyla can be annoying most of the time, but somehow she knows how to make Krisha feel like she just ha to do something for her.
"You owe me for this, Kyla." She said for what must have been the hundredth time in that cab ride, "And please please please please please please please please PLEASE, for the love of God do not do anything embarrassing like one of them fan girls."
Kyla rolled her eyes at her sister then snapped, "Krisha screaming, singing along and jumping to the songs of JoBros isn't embarrassing. You wanna know what's embarrassing? It's going to their concert looking like a punk." She was referring to Krisha who was wearing Her leather cuff, a black hemp necklace, black eyeliner, mascara, an As I Lay Dying tee, dark bootleg jeans and a pair of old school plaid Vans.
"Metal is so not punk, Ky." She replied to her sister's retort.
"Same difference." Kyla said simply.
Sometimes, Krisha wonders if her sister really was just ten. She acts so like one of those girls, if you know what I mean. She has always thought that her sister always acted way ahead of her age, not to mention the girly quirks. There was even this one time that she saw her sister kissing—or more like harassing—one of the Jonas Brothers' picture…the one with the curly hair and she just had to laugh at that.
When they got to the charity event venue—which was a community football field, there was already quite a crowd. Once Krisha got to pay the cab driver, Kyla instantly jumped off an started to skip her way through where everyone lined up, waiting to get inside. It was a free seating event, which means everyone tried to get as early as they could to get front row seats.
Wow, and I thought we were early, Krisha thought as she lined up behind her sister. The concert wont start until 30 minutes, but by the looks of it, they wont be getting front row.
She was getting bored. She pulled out her iPod then searched through it for something she'd like to listen to. She was doing this when Kyla went off, saying she'd just get one of those light up toys that was being sold near the gates.
"Hurry back; they might open the gates anytime now." Krisha called after her sister.
Kyla simply raised and waved her hand to acknowledge that she have hear what she said, then walked off. She was still skipping her way which suggested that she was very much giddy about the concert.
When Kyla got back, the line was already moving. She was jut in time, Krisha was already next in line, rummaging through her Arch Enemy messenger bag for the tickets when he remembered she didn't have them. It was with Kyla.
"Here!" Kyla squeaked, handing her sister on of the tickets.
"Oh right." She said, showing it to one of the checker who looked very much annoyed with Krisha taking too long.
The checker handed Krisha secured plastic arm tag which would not come off unless you break it. On it read: JB M&G. "What I this for?" she asked.
Another checker motioned her to move forward then said, "That's for the meet and greet after the show, only those with the band can go because they cant stay too long after the show. So don't take it off."
"Great." Krisha said in a sarcastic tone.
Krisha moved in, and then turned to wait for Kyla. She seemed to disappointed while talking to on of the checkers. "But I have to go to the meet and greet." she heard her sister complain to the man checking her ticket but he was simply prompted to get inside.
"I won't get to see them after the show! And I even dressed up for this!" Kyla whined a they found their seats at the third row, "And I don't even get to watch them on front row!"
Tough luck, huh? Krisha wanted to say but she knew how much her sister obsessed over this band and it was probably not the right time to joke about it, "Well maybe you can go instead of me."
'But I don't have the arm band." Kyla went on grunting. But her mood shot up almost instantly when the concert started. She sang along, jumping up and down to the songs. She shrieked as a familiar boy started talking in between the songs. It was the curly hair boy, whose face in a poster Kyla kissed.
Surprisingly, Krisha too was enjoying herself. Only, it wasn't because of the concert. She had plugged her ears with her earphones and boosted the volume the moment the concert started. She was tapping her feet to System of a Down's Chop Suey when the crowed went wild for one of the Jonas Brothers singing Hello Beautiful. Everyone was raising their hands and screaming as each of the trio got a girl from the audience to get up on the stage for the song—well almost everyone.
As the concert ended, Kyla was pumped but then she remembered that he would not get to meet the Jonas Brothers in the Meet and Greet. She started sighing and letting out heavy breaths again as if she was intentionally making Krisha hear and notice that she was extremely disappointed.
"I get it, Ky. You want to go to meet and greet." Krisha said flatly, "And I'm pretty sure they'll allow you to go instead of me.
Kyla gave a hopeful smile as they walked backstage. There was quite a few number of girls waiting in line. Up front were to huge guys in black, standing in front of the door.
It felt different being in there. Everyone was so hyped about meeting the three, holding posters, magazines and CDs, and other things which might have been gift and party packs.
When the two guys moved away from the door and opened it, the girls in line went wild. They let the people in by groups of five, and in a few minutes Krisha and Kyla were already in front of the line.
"You don't have the arm band." The security said.
"Oh, yeah. We were just wondering if she could take my place, so she'd meet the band." Krisha explained.
"I am sorry miss, only those with the arm band can get in." he said.
"Yeah but it's the same diff, she takes my place. She'll go instead of me." Krisha was starting to lose he cool while trying to convince the security.
"I'm sorry, she cant go in." he said simply.
Kyla gave a sigh of defeat, "Here, just get these signed for me, and then take a picture of them for me, please?" she said, handing Krisha her CDs and a magazine.
"Krisha gave her a look a if asking if he was really okay, "Well at least I'll have a picture and get my stuff signed." Kyla said grinning.
"Alright." Krisha said. She didn't want to go. She did not want to be mistaken as a fan. She did not even want to go to this concert on the first place. But again, Kyla got her to do it.
A/N: Reviews please :) okay so I don't really know if anyone I reading this. Haha. So unless someone reviews it and tell me what I'm doing wrong (or right), I'll just have to go on with it my way. :P I'm hoping to hear from you guy soon! Love love 3