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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Destinee Week 46: We All Need a Little Fun

Destiny Cullen
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Title:
We All Need a Little Fun


Sara was laying on her bed trying to get back into her book, but she just couldn’t concentrate. She laid the book on her chest and stared at the photos she had on her surrounding walls. She smiled looking at each picture, remembering each moment that was caught forever and posted on her wall. She remembered each laugh, each smile, each hug. She remembered feeling. . .alive.

She wanted to feel happy again, like she did before - before she had to get a second job to pay for school and bills that weren’t even hers. She didn’t have any drive, no passion for school anymore. She sighed and took her feet off the wall, throwing the book across the room.

“What the hell? Are you trying to kill me?”

Sara laughed and sat up to look at her best friend. “What are you doing here? I said I couldn’t meet you at the mall, I have to study.” Her friend gave her an ‘oh really’ look and glared at the book that had almost hit her. “Don’t give me that look, Beth. You know I have finals next week.”

“Sure Sara. Anyway I came here, even after you blew me off, to tell you something really ultimately life changing!”

Sara rolled her eyes. “Did you win the lottery?” God knew she needed that for all the hospital bills of her late parents.

Beth scoffed. “No! It is way better than that. Try. . . Tickets to see The Sex Brothers! They had a free give away at the mall and I won! And what is even better you ask? We get to meet the band after the concert!”

Sara’s eyes were about to pop out of her head. The Sex Brothers? They were the biggest thing right now in rock music. Not to mention the sexiest band ever. Not one person in the band was ugly, but Sara had a huge crush on the guitarist.

“I don’t think I can Beth.” She sighed and headed to her closet so she wouldn‘t give in to temptation, but Beth blocked her. “Don’t you dare ditch me, Sara! I know you can go. I’ll even help you study tomorrow. All day! You know Saturdays are my flirt days at the beach.”

Sara couldn’t help but laugh. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at the pictures of her old happier self. She wanted to feel alive again, right? Before she had to take care of all the responsibilities? She wanted a little spice back in her life. Why not go to the concert that was bound to have adrenaline running through her veins? It may be temporary happiness but she’d take it where she could get it.

She looked at her watch and knew that if the show started at seven then they only had about six hours to wait in line. “I’ll have to hurry up and get dressed. If we want to be up front and actually see them during the show, we have to leave in the next twenty minutes.” Sara whispered not really sure if she should do this. Suddenly Beth crushed her in a tight hug and squealed with happiness.

“I have the perfect shirt for you to wear to the concert, it may be white but it describes you.” She snickered and Sara was instantly worried. “Come on,” she waved Sara out of her room. “I have an outfit for you in the car, just grab your camera and I.D.”

Sara threw on her converse and ran to her friend’s car, hoping no one saw her in her shorts and sports bra. They weren’t even the cute ones she ran in. “The bag is under your seat.” Beth smiled as Sara pulled out a plastic bag. “Just so you know, you have to wear what is in there because there is no way you are going to meet The Sex Brothers in ugly shorts and an old sports bra.”

Sara glared at her and jumped into the back seat and Beth sped off toward the arena. “I swear that if these clothes are too small I will kill you and feed you to the groupies.” She glared at Beth in the rear-view but her friend just told her to put on the clothes and quit complaining.

Of course Beth had to get on the freeway, and Sara was sure those honks weren’t for Beth’s bad driving. Finally dressed in a new bra, shirt, and pants Sara climbed into the front seat as they entered the parking garage.

“Are you ready to have to time of your life?” She smiled at Sara, and it was infectious. Sara was already forgetting all her troubles. She grabbed Beth in a rib-crunching hug. “Thank you so much for doing this for me. I really needed to get out and have fun.”

When she finally let go, Beth took her toward the already large line of fans. “Shit, we’ll never get to stand by the stage!” Her face fell, so much for getting Ryan’s guitar pick. Sara crossed her arms and stood behind a girl with a bright red Mohawk.

“Don’t act like that! Remember what we get to do after the show.” Beth smiled and leaned in close to her ear. “I know you want Ryan’s pick but imagine you could get something better. Like a shirt, or a kiss.” She giggled like a school girl; that earned some glances.

Surprisingly the hours waiting in the hot sun went by pretty fast and the venue staff let everyone in after verifying bags and tickets. Beth and Sara were about six rows of people away from the stage and figured that it wasn’t that bad. The tricky thing with general admission was that you never really stayed were you started out.

An evil grin spread across Sara’s face. She was going to be in front tonight, no matter if her clothes got ripped. Despite what it said on her shirt, she was not going to act like a lady tonight.

Not long after, the general admission was full and most of the stadium filled. Sara glanced around and saw the opening band start a sound check. She tugged Beth’s bra strap, “I need you to be ready. Once the band starts playing and everyone starts jumping around, we need to push our way up to the front.” Beth smiled and nodded her agreement.

After the final four bands played Beth and Sara were only a row of bodies away from the stage. The Sex Brothers came on stage and the whole place erupted in screams. Sara couldn’t help but stare at Ryan as he slung the red and black guitar over his shoulder.

The whole place vibrated with excitement and Sara smiled so wide it hurt. This was the feeling she was missing; she really needed to find a way to pay back Beth. The band started playing, and she could feel the music in her bones. The music from the amps shook her necklace on her chest.

Sara and Beth avoided the circle pits as best they could. A huge guy almost pulled Beth into the circle but Sara somehow got her back to their place up front. Ryan was in the middle of his epic solo when the huge guy from before came back around the circle pit and hit Sara square in the jaw.

Sara’s vision got flooded with black dots as the pain erupted in her head. She was here for the feeling she was missing and she got more than bargained for. She glared back at the guy but he was too into the music to figure out he just punched a girl in the face.

Fighting the tears, she put her all her focus back to the stage and she saw Ryan staring at her. Sure, everyone thought that a famous band member was looking at them during the concert, but he was really looking at her. She looked over at Beth and she was screaming for the lead singer, Darren, to look at her.

At the end of that song set, Ryan stepped on the ego riser, leaned over security, and held out his hand to her. Sara couldn’t breathe as she looked into his hazel eyes. Screams shredded her eardrums and hands bashed against her body to get closer to Ryan.

She shook the shock away and reached her hand out and took what was in his. He smiled as she took his pick and mouthed ‘sorry’ to her before he straightened and headed backstage. She was dumbstruck, but she couldn’t stop smiling even when her face protested.

“Thank you for coming out tonight! You made our stay in California worth it!” Darren yelled into the microphone.

“I want you, Darren!”
“Marry me, Darren!”
“You’re my baby’s daddy!”
“I love you!”

He laughed at the screaming fans, said his ‘I love you’s to all the screaming girls, and avoided the baby daddy comments. Finally the whole band came back on to say goodbye and then they were gone. The lights came on and everyone started for the doors.

“You got his pick, you little bitch!” Beth laughed as she hugged her. “Oh shit, your face! What the fuck happened?” It was Sara’s turn to laugh. “Nothing that matters, I got Ryan’s pick and I’m ready to go home.”

“Not so fast! We get to meet them backstage remember?” She smiled and thought about actually talking to her fantasy. “Lets hurry up before the groupies ravage them. I want Darren’s shirt.”

Thirty minutes later, they were backstage, but it wasn’t roadies and the band they were greeted with. It was the police. “You ladies need to leave. There will be no meeting the band tonight.”

Beth scoffed. “We have tickets to see them.” The policeman eyed her and then looked at Sara. “There will be no meeting the band. I suggest that you ladies go home.” He crossed his arms across his chest as his partner cupped his taser.

“This is bullshit!” Beth stormed out of the arena and slammed the door to her car. “This is utter bullshit, Sara! We deserve to see them! You got clocked in the face, for shit’s sake!” Sara patted her friend’s arm since smiling was out of the question - her jaw was already swollen.

“I know, I know. I’ll take you home now. At least you got a pick out of the punch to the jaw. I’m going to complain to the manager who gave me the tickets. We are going to meet them one way or another, Sara.”

Sara laughed at her friend. “Yeah, right. You know, they don’t give a shit if we see them or not.” Beth shot her a death glare and she shut her mouth. Beth parked outside the house and waved bye before zooming off into the night.

Sara smiled as she walked into her room and falling limp on her cold sheets. She moaned as she curled up in the most comfortable position ever. “Best. Night. Ev-” She was cut off by the chirping of her phone.

She groaned eyeing the device on her nightstand debating if she could reach for it without moving from the comfy position. It chirped again and she glared at it and moved to get it. It was texts from Beth.

I’m home safely and on the phone with the manager right now. Wish me luck or you’re not getting to meet them with me!

Still on hold but not giving up.


Sara rolled her eyes, knowing she wasn’t going to get new tickets to see them but texting back her wishes of luck to her hopeful friend. She laid the phone right next to her pillow just in case her friend decided to text again.

Insistent ringing woke Sara up and she looked around her room wondering why her head hurt so bad. She wanted to shut that annoying ringing up. She found her phone under her pillow right where her ear was and looked at it, wishing she could turn it into mush with one thought.

But instead she looked through the messages. Fifteen missed calls last night from Beth and ten text messages from her, eight in from the last five minutes.

Bitch answer the phone!
You think I won’t go to your house and wake your ass up?
I have good news bitch!
Fine, I guess you don’t want to know!


Sara stopped looking through the texts and decided to call Beth before she had an aneurysm. Beth answered on the second ring. “Finally! I thought someone might have killed you last night. I mean you are a sexy twenty-two year old.”

Sara rolled her eyes. “The good news, Beth. I need to get some aspirin and get back to bed. My face is killing me.”

“Party pooper! Anyway. I was calling you to tell you we get to see the band next Friday in San Diego! And this time we have backstage passes! We get to see the whole show backstage.”

Sara’s eyes bugged and she couldn’t form words. “How the hell did you pull that off?!”

“I have my ways. But it might have to do with something about my best friend getting hit in the face and us not being able to see them, becoming emotionally unstable. Oh and lawsuit and killing spree might have been thrown around.”

“You made me sound like a lunatic.” She put her arm across her eyes, her room seeming too bright.

“The details don’t matter. Just get better and get an outfit ready for next week!”

The call was disconnected and she let the cell fall from her ear. She took a deep breath and smiled. She was looking for happiness? She found it, and it wasn’t even temporary. She just needed to open herself up to the opportunities.

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