So I saw Kris Allen last night. At around 6:30, my dad and I entered the park and went to go buy our tickets to get in. It was crazy hot last night. Then we stumbled across the merch table and I bought myself the pink elephant shirt and the guitar pick key chain. My dad figured that since the tickets earlier were free and not good seats, he'd buy ( Read more... )

  “Green, red, green, red, green, red, green, green, green.” Kris mumbles, eyes fixed on the screen before him. “Fuck it!” Adam yells. “Damnit Kris. Do you have to say each color as you play it?” Kris shrugs, “It helps me, so yeah. I do.” Adam rolls his eyes and sighs as he restarts the game for the third time. “I can’t be a Guitar Hero if you keep ( Read more... )

 “Are you sure about this?” Kris asks for the tenth time, looking to the older man with pleading puppy dog eyes. “Yeah. Besides, it’s too late to back out now.” Adam tells him, rolling his baby blue eyes. Kris emits a whine from the back of his throat and mutters something about being unfair. He takes a few baby steps, then grabs Adam’s forearm in ( Read more... )