I Met Him After Dark.

The screaming fans,

The tight spaces,

The crowd surfers,

The bright lights.

It's all too much for me to handle!

Here I am, at a stupid concert, because I was practically dragged here

by my best friend.

"Come on Sophie! We gotta get to the front!" My best friend Abby

yelled above all the screaming as she pushed through the fans. I

quickly followed, not wanting to get separated. Man, I have no idea

how she does this all the time. It's so suffocating! Suddenly, the

cheers got even louder, and I thought that was impossible.

"Hello everybody! How y'all feeling tonight?" More screams and cheers

were heard from the crowd. I looked up on stage, and saw that the lead

singer of 'After Dark' had taken up the microphone and was getting

ready for the show to begin.

He had jet black hair, that was longish. I think his name was

something like Nate or Nick.

"We're gonna start off with our new song 'That Girl'."

~*~

The songs kept on coming and going. I never paid any attention to the

band or the songs. I was brought out of my day dreaming when the lead

singer started talking again, "Thank you to all our amazing fans out

there tonight, we couldn't have done it without you!"

Bullshit.

They don't give a crap about anyone but themselves. They are just a

bunch of conceited, arrogant, stuck-up teenage celebrities. I don't

see why people like them. I haven't ever heard their music, but I'm

sure it's not that great.

I know what you thinking, 'How have I not ever heard their music if

I'm standing at one of their concerts?'

Well that's easy. Its because I came prepared. I listened to my iPod

the whole time they were playing. I know; I'm a genius.

There was a loud applause and then people started filing out.

"Sophie, Sophie! I want to get an autograph! Please Sophie! This is a

once in a life time chance! Please please please?!?" I sighed as Abby

continued to beg me.

"Fine, fine! We'll try to get one autograph. But then we are leaving.

And that's final!"

She started squealing like a little girl and doing our victory dance

that we made in my tree house when we were seven.

"Calm down Abbs! Let's just get it and get outta here!"

She started dragging me towards the stage. "Are you crazy Abby! We

can't just stroll up onto the stage! The security will have us in no

time!"

"Oh, hush hush. I know what I'm doing here."