After leaving the apartment, I open the roof of my black convertible and my red hair becomes a windblown mess as I coast down the highway. I turn off at my exit and already the traffic is horrible. I groaned, "This is why I left early, to avoid this!" I decide to turn into a bar to pass some time. Hopping up on the stool, I ask for a cheap Miller and look for other concert goers who have escaped from traffic to this sanctuary. I spot a few at a table and grabbing my beer walk over. We chat for a couple hours and guzzle down our drinks.
After parting ways, I hop back into my car and wait a painstakingly long twenty minutes while trying to find a spot in the long line of cars. Eventually, I park my car and make it in. There's still an hour left, so I grab another beer and decide to check out the t-shirt stands. Once I look at what they're selling, I laugh as I have most of those shirts anyway. I toss my drink in the garbage and push my way to the front, or as close as I'll get anyway. These open seating concerts are pretty rough, but fun. I look up to the stage and notice Twiggy is hiding behind a curtain looking out at the crowd. Seeming to be the only one who noticed him, I waved and he smiled at me. The fangirl in me did backflips!
Suddenly, the entire place went pitch black and a voice bounded over the cried, "ARE YOU FUCKERS READY???"
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FanfictionGwen was at one of Marilyn Manson's concerts when she fainted and was trampled on the ground. The band found her and took her in as their own. But will Gwen choose to stay with them?
