Just What I Needed

Just What I Needed (1)

“Stop being so dramatic, you’ll survive,” Haley assured her before dragging Keely in two to the bathroom. “I want to check my hair before the show starts.”

Like it matters, Keely thought darkly in her head, but allowed herself to be heaved there anyways.

But, to be fair, it would matter to Haley. She was what one might call a down to earth diva. Well, down to earth was exaggerating, the girl was rather... demanding, to put it nicely. Keely hadn’t chosen her own outfit to school in years. But she was sure to be a famous fashion designer one day.

As they were washing their hands, she pondering the multiple ways she could get out of the concert, Keely couldn’t help but send a glance in her friend’s direction.

It really was hard to be confident when your best friend looked like that. Her blonde hair pin straight with a button nose, cute side bangs to match her consistently cheerful brown eyes and perfectly painted rosebud mouth. Yes, Haley really did make the picture of the cheerleader she was as she wore her always fashionable clothes.

And that in itself showed the differences in them. Even though they both were forced to endure the endless sports games each week in those short skirts, but the difference was only one enjoyed it while the other thought of sheet music. Three guesses who.

In her ripped jeans and slightly baggy Janis Joplin tee with her wavy ginger hair falling over her shoulders and bangs falling into her eyes, Keely didn’t exactly fit in. Not to mention that she felt a bit overage at her eighteen years old, although she wasn’t close to the oldest one there, although she suspected they were not there for Marissa James, but the other band. All some people needed was a pretty face to put behind the music, and it didn’t matter what the reality of the anything was, they just didn’t care about what made music... well music. Her best friend happened to be one of those people.

And Haley loved Marissa James.

“Did you see the second band, NSR?” Haley gushed excitedly as they walked down the empty streets, their arms hooked.

Keely’s mind was throbbing from the simulated bass beats that had been brought on for Marissa James, at least with the previous bands there had been actually instruments even if they had nothing else working in their favour. “You did drag me to the front,” she pointed out, leaning her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah, but they were, oh,” she sighed, “They were just so cute.”

Rolling her eyes, Keely just gave a half hearted shrug. “Yeah, they were cute, more than cute. I’ve seen pictures of them everywhere, isn’t their lead singer a complete tool or something? Always getting arrested or hooking up with some random chick?”

Haley clicked her tongue disapprovingly, “Aw, Keely, that’s mean. Since when do you read tabloids, let alone believe them? I thought that was my job.”

Snorting she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, that was true. Haley was addicted to gossip magazines; she knew more about celebrities than any normal person should and although she couldn’t tell you one abbreviation from the periodic table, she could recite the latest scandal of the beautiful people at any time of the day.

“Okay that was a bit mean; I don’t care what they do, honestly. Most of my favourite bands are from the sixties, what do you think they were doing? It’s all about the music, and every single musician – if you can call them that – was a sell out. The whole idea makes me sick.”

“Oh, stop the complaining, I liked them, most of the world does too.”

Keely couldn’t help but grumble, “Just give them a better option.”