AN: STOP FLAMING THE STORY PREPS, OK! Otherwise, fangs to the gothic people for the good reveiws! FANGS AGAIN RAVEN! Oh yeah, by the way, I don't own this or the Good Charlotte lyrics.
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some Good Charlotte. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn't put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (They were going to play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot of cool boys wear it, ok!).
"Hi Draco" I said in a depressed voice. (EN- Somebody please, please explain to me what a depressed voice sounds like. Is it a monotone? Is it a high pitched whine? I'm going to go with the latter. Just because it sounds like she whines a lot. Also, why the fuck was there an exclamation mark there? -_-)
"Hi Ebony" he replied. We got into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the concert. On the way we listened to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and did some drugs. When we got there we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
"You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life." sang Joel (I don't own the lyrics to that song). (EN- The song is 'The Chronicles of Life and Death', if anyone wants to listen to it after reading this monstrosity.)
"Joel is so fucking hot." I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice. (EN- There are clubs in Hogsmeade?)
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
"Hey, it's ok. I don't like him better than you!" I said.
"Really?" asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me protectively.
"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Joel and he's going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch." I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got some Good Charlotte concert t-shirts too. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn't go back into Hogwarts. Instead he drove the car into the Forbidden Forest!
EN- Sorry for the numerous Editor's notes throughout this. I can't promise they won't be a recurring feature. It's just so difficult to edit this without pointing out some pieces of extra stupidity.
This is still easy enough to do. I dread her little cat fight with Raven. It's going to make my job so much harder.
-Light.