Rock Concert
So, the same way that all my good stories start, I'm in my room, watching my TV, wearing old gym shorts from my freshman year and an undershirt. My eight-year old brother knocked on the door and told me two people were here for me. I knew it wasn't anyone I hangout with on a regular basis or he would've recognized them. I didn't really bother getting dressed because... it was just two strangers. But if it was someone my family would've recognized I wouldn't have gotten dressed because then it would've been just Greg or just Dustin. There aren't a whole lot of people I would get dolled up for so if you're one of them give yourself a pat on the back.
Paige and Elizabeth found my house. They're all "come to this concert with us" and I'm all just standing there in what's practically my underwear. They totally dig my hot bod but don't want to tell me. After I got dressed they came inside because Dustin was also coming over and we had to wait for him. They were amazed at all the old stuff in my room that I used to be into: Swordfighting, Nirvana, Bows and arrows. There's more but that's all we talked about. I pulled out my old wooden shield and Elizabeth took out the last two years of her highschool angst on me. Then they spotted my Gawdzilla costume and then they wanted to see my Robo-Hitler movie. I've only recorded like four scenes but they thought it was comic genius nontheless, because well it is, unfortunately I think it's all I'll ever amount to.
On a side note, I need to redo them all because they suck. I think I'm going to talk Alex into visiting to see me in Grease and just visit in general then I'll talk him into filming it here with different people. I just don't think shooting it in less then a week with next to no actors is going to work. The only thing I'm worried about is offending Sarah because she's cool and she had a kind of lead part and wouldn't be in it and she'd punch me later.
We got tired of waiting for Dustin and just went to pick him up. I brought my guitar and on the way to Dustins I played the my comedic songs and they thought they were funny and I should release a CD or something but maybe later, I've got TV to watch.
When we got to the show the audience was all standing outside and they looked questionable. They were the kids who have black clothes to match their hair to match their souls and the way they feel inside. At least today's goth isn't the original goth. You know the one with muscles. Back in the day you might get scared at a place where there's a mosh pit with mountain men that are 6'4'' and wearing steel toe boots the size of your chest. There's just something about skinny kids with hanson hair and tight girl pants that undermines anything that resembles fear.
The only reason I was there was to see my a band that I know. I know the singer, Parker, and I've met the bass player, Evan. They weren't first band though. The first band was warming up when people I know started showing up.
When the first band started playing I couldn't really tell what the Hell was happening but the bass players guitar was flying everywhere and the "singer"... was, you know, singing, kind of, or eating the mic. The first song was really fast and screamy. Then the second song was really slow, but then it got reall fast and screamy. Actually, as far as I can tell they played the same song four times. But song variety doesn't matter when your ears are bleeding.
After the first band everyone went outside while the second band, Without Sean, was setting up. They were the only reason I had any real desire to go to this and it was they're last show because their drummer was leaving the band. Some guys said they thought Evan was going to light his bass on fire because it was their last show for a long time. I didn't really know Evan but he seems way too mild-mannered to do something like that.
So, twenty minutes later, Evan's up on top of an amp big enough to smuggle people into the country with, holding his gasoline soaked guitar and a lighter. In a few seconds not only is his guitar ablaze but the drummer's sticks and cymbals are torched too. And on top of all that, music is still happening. You'd think that this is the kind of thing you'd have to stop for or something.
Actually Without Sean wasn't bad, at least they're songs were... more than one song. I'd listen to one of their CDs, at a low volume, but still listening.
Paige and Elizabeth found my house. They're all "come to this concert with us" and I'm all just standing there in what's practically my underwear. They totally dig my hot bod but don't want to tell me. After I got dressed they came inside because Dustin was also coming over and we had to wait for him. They were amazed at all the old stuff in my room that I used to be into: Swordfighting, Nirvana, Bows and arrows. There's more but that's all we talked about. I pulled out my old wooden shield and Elizabeth took out the last two years of her highschool angst on me. Then they spotted my Gawdzilla costume and then they wanted to see my Robo-Hitler movie. I've only recorded like four scenes but they thought it was comic genius nontheless, because well it is, unfortunately I think it's all I'll ever amount to.
On a side note, I need to redo them all because they suck. I think I'm going to talk Alex into visiting to see me in Grease and just visit in general then I'll talk him into filming it here with different people. I just don't think shooting it in less then a week with next to no actors is going to work. The only thing I'm worried about is offending Sarah because she's cool and she had a kind of lead part and wouldn't be in it and she'd punch me later.
We got tired of waiting for Dustin and just went to pick him up. I brought my guitar and on the way to Dustins I played the my comedic songs and they thought they were funny and I should release a CD or something but maybe later, I've got TV to watch.
When we got to the show the audience was all standing outside and they looked questionable. They were the kids who have black clothes to match their hair to match their souls and the way they feel inside. At least today's goth isn't the original goth. You know the one with muscles. Back in the day you might get scared at a place where there's a mosh pit with mountain men that are 6'4'' and wearing steel toe boots the size of your chest. There's just something about skinny kids with hanson hair and tight girl pants that undermines anything that resembles fear.
The only reason I was there was to see my a band that I know. I know the singer, Parker, and I've met the bass player, Evan. They weren't first band though. The first band was warming up when people I know started showing up.
When the first band started playing I couldn't really tell what the Hell was happening but the bass players guitar was flying everywhere and the "singer"... was, you know, singing, kind of, or eating the mic. The first song was really fast and screamy. Then the second song was really slow, but then it got reall fast and screamy. Actually, as far as I can tell they played the same song four times. But song variety doesn't matter when your ears are bleeding.
After the first band everyone went outside while the second band, Without Sean, was setting up. They were the only reason I had any real desire to go to this and it was they're last show because their drummer was leaving the band. Some guys said they thought Evan was going to light his bass on fire because it was their last show for a long time. I didn't really know Evan but he seems way too mild-mannered to do something like that.
So, twenty minutes later, Evan's up on top of an amp big enough to smuggle people into the country with, holding his gasoline soaked guitar and a lighter. In a few seconds not only is his guitar ablaze but the drummer's sticks and cymbals are torched too. And on top of all that, music is still happening. You'd think that this is the kind of thing you'd have to stop for or something.
Actually Without Sean wasn't bad, at least they're songs were... more than one song. I'd listen to one of their CDs, at a low volume, but still listening.