Chapter 3- Concert pt. 2
Brittany P.O.V
"That was very nice of you to do Brittany," I turn around to see that my mom is standing there.
"Yeah that's the only thing she's ever getting from me again," I pout. I mean she didn't even say thank you. I know that I would have to use most of my money just to get 2 tickets. So it's pretty much me paying for 2 pieces of paper. Not cool.
" Don't be mean you know how much she wanted to go see her," my mom coos.
"Oh I know. She could've at least thanked me. I'm gonna go call Quinn." I walk to my room. I don't even like Santana. Maybe her music that's it. "Hey Quinn," I say as she picked up.
"Why do you sound so down?" She questions.
"Because I'm going to spend pretty much of my money on a 13 year old."
"Brittany. You do realize that you don't have to."
"I know, but since I'm an awesome sister, and a very nice person I decided to." Quinn knew how much Brianna wanted to go see Santana in concert." Quinn I'm gonna let you go, so I can these tickets."
"Well okay. Call later," she hangs up. I lie down, and wonder what's so awesome about Santana. 3 minutes I fail of thinking, and get my laptop to look when the tickets go on sale. My eyes bulge. Now. Okay that's totally unexpected. I hurry, and pay for the tickets. Successful, yes! Brianna will love these seats. I print them out, and now I have two tickets. Brianna better happy that I love her.
Santana P.O.V. CONCERT NIGHT
God I'm nervous. I'm always nervous before a show. Those girls are kinda crazy too. Okay I can do this. I jump on the platform that raises me, but I kinda fail because of these freaking tight pants. They're so tight. I'm surprised because you can't even see my junk. I pull down the hem of my tank top, and make sure the buttons on my blue letterman jacket are buttoned. I look down to make sure you really can't see my member, and make sure my fly is not open. Shoes are laced, check. I make sure my long hair stays in place. When the music starts I feel the platform rise. All the nervousness is gone. (lets pretend that santana did make this song for like 5 secs thanks)
We were just kids
With our hopes with our dreams, with our faults
We were just boys
Run away loving the ghost town of heart
Welcome to my story,
To the story of my life
I won't leave you behind
I won't leave you in the dark
So, so take me, won't you take me back to the start
The train tracks and sparks
To the train tracks and sparks
As I sing I meet a pair of blue eyes in the crowd. I don't know how I found them, it was too dark. I was walking my way over to them, but was almost pulled by other girls.
We were just kids
We were just boys
Run away loving the ghost town of heart
Welcome to my story,
I won't leave you behind
I won't leave you in the dark
So, so take me, won't you take me back to the start
The train tracks and sparks
To the train tracks and sparks
Whoa, whoa, coming come, whoa
And why we lay here, we learn to persevere
We love to persevere, we love to persevere
Free ride to freedom, free ride to freedom,
Free ride to freedom, free ride to freedom
We love to persevere, we love to persevere
Whoa, whoa, coming come, whoa
And why we lay here, we learn to persevere
We love to persevere, we love to persevere
We were just kids
Free ride to freedom, free ride to freedom
Free ride to freedom, free ride to freedom
Song- Kids by Saints of Valory
I'm going to make the next chapter, and it leaves off where the story is. Review and comment thanks!