Sincerely Me
The Singing Feet
The Guards of Lucifer’s first gig. Aged 15.
“For God’s sake, Chelsea, just be quick!”
“Fine, I’ll just ask Josh to sing super-fast then, shall I?” I said, sarcastically, unbuckling my seatbelt. “I made them a promise and I can’t break it, sorry,”
I opened the car door and leaped out; slamming it behind me. I pulled out a fiver and made my way towards the door of The Singing Feet, the city’s local music venue. Tonight The Guards of Lucifer would be performing alongside well-known indie band The Maddisons, in which Ben’s brother was a member of.
Handing my fiver over in exchange for a ticket in the foyer, I passed the bouncer at the door of the venue and flashed him my ticket. The room was dimly lit and smelted strongly of body odour and must. It was one of the city’s oldest buildings, yet had only recently been made into a music venue, where tonight The Guards of Lucifer would be preparing for their very first gig.
“Chelsea!” I heard someone shout. I turned around to see Sophia, Ben’s current girlfriend, stood next to Tida, Bradshaw’s sister and some of her friends.
“Hey!” I said, glad to see a familiar face in amongst the regular gig-goers.
“If you’re looking for the band they’re out the back,” Sophia said.
“Oh, ok,” I said, glancing over to the heavily guarded double-doors that led to backstage.
“Come with me,” Tida said, taking my arm. “I’ve got a pass, as I’m a relative – I’m the only way you’ll be able to get past the security guards,”
She led me through the sweaty crowd; warming up to some recent tunes bursting through the speakers on the stage and to the door. One of the security guards nodded after Tida briefly mentioned in her best gangster voice, “She’s with me.” I giggled as they opened the doors for us.
Backstage was just as dimly lit as the main part of the room, except this time it was cluttered with glittering instruments, the sound of moving furniture and cables and wires draped around. In the darkness, I could just make out four figures standing in a corner, running through some harmonies.
“You can recognize that voice from miles away,” Tida whispered as Josh starting singing softly. I nodded; Josh’s vocal tones had a way of melting everyone’s hearts, therefore making him a total babe-magnet, including Bradshaw’s seventeen-year-old sister.
“Tida? Is that you?” Bradshaw suddenly said, looking over.
“Yeah, I wish they’d put some fucking lights on in here,” Tida hissed. “Look, Chelsea’s here,”
“Chelsea?” Four deep voices echoed.
“Yeah, I’m here,” I said as they made their way over. “Look, I can’t stay for the whole gig, my parents are waiting outside – I’m going on holiday in about three hours but I did promise I’d stay for the first song,” I explained, hugging them all.
“That’s why we chose to do your favourite one, “Collectable”,” Robby said. It was practically pitch black, but I could’ve sworn he winked.
“The Guards of Lucifer?” A harsh voice said aloud as a woman poked her head around the door. “You’re up,”
“Oh, God, I’ll see you all properly when I get back off holiday, but best of luck, OK?” I said, as the band began to pick up their instruments. I quickly kissed Bradshaw’s cheek and blushed furiously; thanking my lucky stars it was dark. He went a bit quiet before giving Tida a hi-five and making his way towards the stage entrance with the rest of his band.
“Bye!” They all chanted as Tida and I made our way back out and into the crowd.
*
“Phew, done,” I said, collapsing into the back seat of the car, my heart racing.
“How was it?” Mum asked.
I opened my mouth to try and think of words to explain the sheer energy and excitement The Guards of Lucifer had brought to the stage. People were cheering, jumping and shouting, almost as much as Tida, Sophia and I were. Josh saluted the crowd as the song finished and was unsurprisingly met by cries of, “He’s so hot!” somewhere behind me.
“For God’s sake, Chelsea, just be quick!”
“Fine, I’ll just ask Josh to sing super-fast then, shall I?” I said, sarcastically, unbuckling my seatbelt. “I made them a promise and I can’t break it, sorry,”
I opened the car door and leaped out; slamming it behind me. I pulled out a fiver and made my way towards the door of The Singing Feet, the city’s local music venue. Tonight The Guards of Lucifer would be performing alongside well-known indie band The Maddisons, in which Ben’s brother was a member of.
Handing my fiver over in exchange for a ticket in the foyer, I passed the bouncer at the door of the venue and flashed him my ticket. The room was dimly lit and smelted strongly of body odour and must. It was one of the city’s oldest buildings, yet had only recently been made into a music venue, where tonight The Guards of Lucifer would be preparing for their very first gig.
“Chelsea!” I heard someone shout. I turned around to see Sophia, Ben’s current girlfriend, stood next to Tida, Bradshaw’s sister and some of her friends.
“Hey!” I said, glad to see a familiar face in amongst the regular gig-goers.
“If you’re looking for the band they’re out the back,” Sophia said.
“Oh, ok,” I said, glancing over to the heavily guarded double-doors that led to backstage.
“Come with me,” Tida said, taking my arm. “I’ve got a pass, as I’m a relative – I’m the only way you’ll be able to get past the security guards,”
She led me through the sweaty crowd; warming up to some recent tunes bursting through the speakers on the stage and to the door. One of the security guards nodded after Tida briefly mentioned in her best gangster voice, “She’s with me.” I giggled as they opened the doors for us.
Backstage was just as dimly lit as the main part of the room, except this time it was cluttered with glittering instruments, the sound of moving furniture and cables and wires draped around. In the darkness, I could just make out four figures standing in a corner, running through some harmonies.
“You can recognize that voice from miles away,” Tida whispered as Josh starting singing softly. I nodded; Josh’s vocal tones had a way of melting everyone’s hearts, therefore making him a total babe-magnet, including Bradshaw’s seventeen-year-old sister.
“Tida? Is that you?” Bradshaw suddenly said, looking over.
“Yeah, I wish they’d put some fucking lights on in here,” Tida hissed. “Look, Chelsea’s here,”
“Chelsea?” Four deep voices echoed.
“Yeah, I’m here,” I said as they made their way over. “Look, I can’t stay for the whole gig, my parents are waiting outside – I’m going on holiday in about three hours but I did promise I’d stay for the first song,” I explained, hugging them all.
“That’s why we chose to do your favourite one, “Collectable”,” Robby said. It was practically pitch black, but I could’ve sworn he winked.
“The Guards of Lucifer?” A harsh voice said aloud as a woman poked her head around the door. “You’re up,”
“Oh, God, I’ll see you all properly when I get back off holiday, but best of luck, OK?” I said, as the band began to pick up their instruments. I quickly kissed Bradshaw’s cheek and blushed furiously; thanking my lucky stars it was dark. He went a bit quiet before giving Tida a hi-five and making his way towards the stage entrance with the rest of his band.
“Bye!” They all chanted as Tida and I made our way back out and into the crowd.
*
“Phew, done,” I said, collapsing into the back seat of the car, my heart racing.
“How was it?” Mum asked.
I opened my mouth to try and think of words to explain the sheer energy and excitement The Guards of Lucifer had brought to the stage. People were cheering, jumping and shouting, almost as much as Tida, Sophia and I were. Josh saluted the crowd as the song finished and was unsurprisingly met by cries of, “He’s so hot!” somewhere behind me.