Sequel: The Legacy of Rock N' Roll ›
Status: Finished
I'll Be There
The beginning of it all
“It came!!” I screamed as I ran inside, forgetting to close the door behind me.
“It came it came it came, just in time for the concert tonight!!” I screamed at my best friend and roommate as I jumped onto the bed and tore at the UPS package I clung to. As the packaging was shredded it revealed a black tee-shirt folded neatly with a small plastic tag on it.
“Oh dear” my roommate chided, sighing dramatically and watching me unfold the shirt. On it was a picture of a famous (and hot) guitarist with “ASHBALAND” printed under his portrait. I immediately put it on and admired myself in the nearest mirror.
“I so can’t wait for tonight!!” I said as I grabbed my ticket and tossed the other to my friend. We had early admission to not just any Guns N’ Roses concert, but the Up Close and Personal tour concert playing at the Hollywood Palladium.
“If only we didn’t have minimum wage” my friend joked, studying her ticket. I made a face that was somewhere between annoyed and bitter. “I’ll just seduce DJ into getting us backstage at the next two.” I said nonchalantly. Now it was my friend’s turn to make a face. “Sure.” She said under her breath. I twitched and looked at the clock. “Let’s go so we can get in line early.”
“It came it came it came, just in time for the concert tonight!!” I screamed at my best friend and roommate as I jumped onto the bed and tore at the UPS package I clung to. As the packaging was shredded it revealed a black tee-shirt folded neatly with a small plastic tag on it.
“Oh dear” my roommate chided, sighing dramatically and watching me unfold the shirt. On it was a picture of a famous (and hot) guitarist with “ASHBALAND” printed under his portrait. I immediately put it on and admired myself in the nearest mirror.
“I so can’t wait for tonight!!” I said as I grabbed my ticket and tossed the other to my friend. We had early admission to not just any Guns N’ Roses concert, but the Up Close and Personal tour concert playing at the Hollywood Palladium.
“If only we didn’t have minimum wage” my friend joked, studying her ticket. I made a face that was somewhere between annoyed and bitter. “I’ll just seduce DJ into getting us backstage at the next two.” I said nonchalantly. Now it was my friend’s turn to make a face. “Sure.” She said under her breath. I twitched and looked at the clock. “Let’s go so we can get in line early.”