Left, right, up, down. My gaze examined the reflection on the long mirror. I don't usually wear this dress paired with a studded black leather jacket. I turned myself around as I admired the bright red hue of the flowing fabric. Surprisingly, it's a lovely pairing. Bold and daring, yet innocent and sweet. I put on a pair of black low-top trainers, and walked towards my vanity mirror. My face was tense, but nobody would notice when my makeup is this thick. Oxblood lips, dark smokey eyes. I grabbed my pencil liner and made the lines on my eyelids even bolder. There, I thought to myself. Nobody would see how nervous I really am with my eyes this dark. My straight brunette locks fell neatly onto my shoulders and back. I chose to leave them as they were since the place will be dark and crowded anyways, so styling my hair will be useless if it's going to get messed up again. C'mon, put yourself together now. I couldn't really deny the fact that I might look like someone who has an addiction and would probably die in a few months with the dark circle game going on, not to mention the bloodshot eyes from all the anxiety, maybe. Or the booze. I had a few glasses of cheap wine. Then a shot of vodka. I'm sixteen years old with a fake I.D. Ah, screw it, I thought. I'm overthinking it, I thought.
As I walked down the street, a wave of excitement made me shiver. I'm going there alone, just to watch The Featherlites live. It's scary to walk there alone at night, I know. Risky, I'm aware. But I've always loved The Featherlites. I loved their songs, had every album, even the rare vinyls that was released exclusively. Their songs blasted in my room on repeat. They're not too popular, just an indie band with big dreams, but they're underrated for the amount of talent that they have. This would be the first live performance that I'd be visiting to watch. The streetlights were bright and yellow, the sidewalk was bumpy, but I could bear it. The Friday night felt alive, with laughter heard from the different bars that I pass by, the scent of garlic from Italian restaurants, and chatters from men all around the streets, probably rambling on about the latest football match. As I calmly walked on and took in my surroundings, I saw a glimpse of a green caravan passing by. An inscription on the side written from black paint read the band's name. As I walked, the caravan took all the turns I took. Clearly the same direction. Finally, as I stepped into a parking lot where a sign made from neon lights finally appeared, the caravan parked. Quickly after, the members exited the vehicle and straight away, they could be seen unloading their equipments. It was surreal seeing them in real life, and not from a television screen. Their lead singer, Alfie, the tall lad with the brown chin length hair, wore a loose grey shirt and a towel was seen draped around his shoulders. He seemed relaxed. There was the keyboard player, simply called E as a nickname, who was very attractive, had a huge stature but delicate looking hands, olive skin, dark hair and dark eyes. They were the only two who were visible to me. I hid behind a brick pillar as I peered and eavesdropped. "Can you hold onto this?" a deep fruity voice asked. A loud thump echoed. "Hey, I wasn't prepared for that!" Alfie giggled. When I saw them carrying their instruments and equipments inside, I snuck away and made my way inside.
Oh.
The crowd was wild. Most of them looked like groupie girls who had probably seen them many times, following them wherever they go, desperate to get with the members. Groupie love, huh? I must acknowledge that the boys sure are some eye candy, but their talents are so much more. I didn't expect this place to be so crowded, knowing how the group itself isn't that famous in mainstream media, but the indie scene sure is explosive now that I see it. The brick walls and black interior glimmered as the lights started to dim down and light up, being set up. I sat on a stool near the drinks, away from the screaming girls. As the boys entered the stage, the screams became a lot louder, piercing through everything else in the room. I was expecting a glass to break by then. "Evening! How's it going?" greeted the lead singer as he was still setting up his microphone. Louder girly squeals echoed through the room. I murmured curses under my breath, impatient to get the show started and have all the girls chill for a while in the least. "Hey, all alone here, haven't got a fella with 'ya?" the bartender asked. I shook my head. "Usually the ones away from the stage are the couples that are here just to enjoy the atmosphere. Rare to see a lady all quiet and far from the performance. Here, I'll make you a mocktail. You seem young, so no spirits." Oh, bugger off. Wait till you see my I.D. , I thought. He worked on his concoction while I turned away and said, "Here purely for the music. The Featherlites have amazing raw talent." He smirked and replied, "Sure 'bout that? Not for the boys?" I shook my head again. "Maybe you'll change your mind once you take a look at that lad who's looking right your way."
