Like A Fantasy... Gone Wrong.

The day was June 6th, 2010. I was excited to go to Pointfest (a concert of mostly punk/metal bands, for those of you not local). I was the most excited to see Hollywood Undead. They had been one of my favorite things to listen to for a while. I waited all day for them to come on stage. Finally, it was game time :) I, a teeny tiny fifteen-year-old girl, shoved my way first past the more chill fans (like the ones I can typically relate to), shoved past the kids near my own age trying to form mosh pits, and finally made my way to the very front, where I had to fear being quite literally trampled carelessly by middle-aged men aimlessly trying to kill each other. You can picture the scenario. I made it to the front during their last song. I heard a man, approximately in his thirties, yell to his friend, referring to me, "Bill! Get that one!" Down went the terrified little girl. I screamed, and a security guard, seeing my panic, dove into the crowd and pulled me on to the stage. Charlie Scene, having just finished the song, looked at me and said, "Come on, let's see some *******!" I didn't know what else to do, so I pulled up my shirt, leaving on my bra. He turned to me and asked me to come backstage to have some fun. I did the typical thing for a scared little girl: I froze and ran. Can't wait till the next time I see them live...
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2 Responses May 5, 2012

What's up ma fello ninja

LOL woah