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Nothing Compared 2 U
By FallOverGirl

 


The lights went down and the crowd went wild. It was amazing! There was such a mass of energy everyone was jumping and screaming. We were over to the right, which was Pete's side, not that he ever spent much time in the one spot. He and Joe were all over the place and there was a serious amount of trohmania going on. Patrick was singing, the music was playing and the crowd finally shut the fuck up.

I want these words to make things right,

But it's the wrongs that make them come to life...

The set was amazing, they played so many of my favourite songs. Sam groaned when Patrick started talking, not because he was at risk of jizzing his pants or because he really didn't like him but because I'd just climbed up on his shoulders and was refusing to get down until I heard what I wanted to hear and got some good shots with my camera. It's not my fault I'm short, well actually it is but that's a minor detail. I nearly fell off his shoulders in excitement anyway because the next song was drawing for my favourite song ever, I sang it and played so many times that everyone I know can sing it word for word along with my other favourites, even when they don't like the songs I love.

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman,

Maybe he won't find out what I know,

You were the last good thing about this part of town...

(Awesome music bit)

I actually did a little victory dance to celebrate (Poor Sam!). I ended up staying up on Sam until they ran off to get less smelly and rehydrate themselves before the encore, I remembered that it was our cue to find Carl the steward guy. Well actually, I'd completely forgotten and Sam had to drag me away and scream in my ear to remind me.

Luckily, Sam used his super height to find him. “Hey, you ready to go backstage now?” I just nodded and linked with my two manfriends so I wouldn't get lost in the crowd what he did surprised me, he led us down the empty space in front of the seated area past all the other security staff until we were standing at the barricades in front of the stage. “Carl, what are we doing!?! I thought you were taking us backstage.” I screamed loud enough so only him and Sam could hear, I did not want to be assaulted by a couple of thousand jealous FanGirls. Their chanting filled the background, “fall out boy. Fall out boy. Fall out boy...”(Bitches didn't even bother to use proper capitalization)

Smiling at me Carl picked me up and half threw/half shoved me up over the barricades and onto the stage. That fucking scared the shit out of me so I dove for Sam's hand and pulled him up in one go, through the sheer panic and adrenaline running through my veins. We both helped Carl up and he led us towards the stage exit unfortunately, this was not the most subtle way of getting backstage. The poor people below us were practically dealing with a riot down there and Carl was dragging our sorry asses over to the side, I could hardly see anything but I swear he was grinning.

There was light off stage but not enough to see properly from on stage. We got to the edge and were stopped by this huge security guy, I dubbed him The Hulk on the spot. “Carl, what the fuck are you doing? This better not be some kind of stunt you're pulling off for a youtube video.” “Naw, they're legit I promise. A band member gave me passes for them, which they have so I'm bringing them backstage pronto.” “Well, show them to me or else I'll kick all three of your asses.” Scared of losing my chance I grabbed my pass and violently thrust it at his face when he tried to look at it cross-eyed I moved it back just a little. “Okay they're legit. Go on through, don't get in anyone's way and Carl?” “What?” “If you see Pap-J tell them to hurry up because you just caused havoc in the crowd.” Carl laughed and walked off into the wings, hurrying to catch up I pulled his sleeve. “Dude, who in the name of Sam's saggy left testicle are Pap-J?” “Um that's security code for FOB, stops any funny business if fans over hear us. We make up names like that for every band using the first letters of their names.”

I was too busy watching everything and memorising escape routes to ask questions after that. Yeah, I memorise escape routes because I need to, it's just a thing I have. I was both looking out for stuff like that, and not really paying attention, so when Carl and Sam stopped suddenly I walked into them. “Bad Sam, no stopping suddenly without warning.” “Ciara I deliberately turned to tell you that Carl was stopping here to talk to somebody.” He said in a slightly surprised tone. “Bitch please you totally di... Damn it! I remember you saying something but I wasn't paying attention. I feel like an airhead” “Um, guys-” I cut Carl off, there was no way in hell he was referring to me in a way that implied I had a penis. “Call me a guy again and I'll rip off the part of you that makes you a guy.” He stepped back and that's when I noticed the four guys standing behind him. I swore to myself, how did I end up looking like a violent airhead psychopath in front of my favourite band?

“Okay I'll start again, Ciara and Sam meet Patrick, Andy, Pete and Joe. Now rewind and reverse that to finish the introduction.” Sam looked at him blankly and turned to me, “He's speaking your language, translate for me.” I sighed, “Oh Sam, how can you not speak the colourful rainbow of sequinned skittles that is the psychotic version of English? He introduced them to us and then introduced us to them.” Everyone just looked at me then Pete whispered to Patrick, “She lost me at rainbow but, can I have some of whatever she's on?” I rolled my eyes and was totally going to give a witty reply when they were hustled off to finish their set and Carl led us on to meet our Destiny...

Actually, it was Hey Monday but whatever.

“Ciara, Sam!” “Cassie!” “Come meet the rest of the guys. There is Mike he is , Alex on , Jersey does , Elliot James he is the drum boy.” I scanned the room checking out the four guys they were cute but, well, that's just it, they were only cute. Not my type, which is typical. At least they seemed friendly enough space was made for us on the bean bags and we just sat and chatted for a while until a very dangerous thing happened. I got bored and someone gave me a red-vodka-bull.

 

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