faded jeans that had frayed in several spots from years of wear. I topped my simple black tank with a midriff, two button, gunmetal grey, leather vest. Completing the outfit was a thick black, leather belt and my black motorcycle boots. I was dressed extremely conservative for a rock concert so what the hell was his problem.
Ethan walked me through the lobby and out the front doors to where the gang was waiting with our cab. He placed a soft kiss on my temple and with a narrow eyed smile told me to have a good time. I do not trust that smile one little bit.
The Whiskey Crow was packed and personal space was nonexistent. You could not move more than a few steps without brushing up against someone. Strobe lights and colored lasers flashed around the dimly lit room. The music was loud, and everyone was on their feet dancing and singing along. The heat generating from writhing bodies caused the compact space to reach scorching temperatures. I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my back and was glad that I had chosen to wear a tank.
I got Makayla’s attention and shouted that I was going to grab a beer and step outside to cool off for a few minutes. Nodding, she grabbed my hand and began shoving our way through the dense crowd. We managed to make it to the bar without separating, and then headed out the back door for some fresh air.
“ The Gypsies are on fire tonight!” Makayla’s shouted declaration was met with cheers and raised cans from four guys to our left.
I pulled my damp hair away from neck and the warm breeze triggered goose pimples to emerge on my clammy skin. Makayla, eyes closed, was leaning up against the cool bricks of the building. I took a swig of my beer, looking around the courtyard. There was a small crowd of people ambling about. A group of scantily clad girls were swaying and belting out the words to the song that drifted from inside the building. The door opened, and a cluster of boisterous college kids staggered out, one of which was sporting a t-shirt that read: I’m 21! Show me your Slippery Nipple and I’ll see you Sex on the Beach with an Orgasm. The shirt made me chuckle. What can I say, I’m easily amused.
Knowing that being out tonight made Ethan nervous, I pulled my phone from my pocket to text that all was well in my world and I would see him later. As I hit send, the ground beneath my feet began to vibrate. The crowd, both inside and out, started cheering. We slipped back inside with Makayla dragging me through the thick wall of people. We reached Bella and Jack as the lead guitarist made his way to the front of the stage. A guitar riff joined the unrelenting thumping of the drums and the masses began chanting THUNDER in time with the music. When The Gypsies’ front man stepped up to the mic and sang out the first line of the song, the assembly exploded.
With each new song, the growing horde pressed even closer to the stage. Bodies packed together, moving as if they were one single living organism. Lyrics reverberated from the huge speakers, and the already frenzied crowd became untamable. I tried to stay connected to my group, but a set of rowdy fans forced their way between, separating us.
The swarm of surrounding people pushed and shoved forward, and I was desperately trying to stay on my feet. I could hear The Gypsies singing as I tried to power my way towards the back of the room. The lead had just spat out the last line of the chorus when a pair of steel bands wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides. Panic set in immediately. I began kicking my legs in a vain attempt at freedom, while the noise of the manic crowd swallowed my frightened cries. My captor parted the flood of bodies easily, knocking people from his path, and dragging me backwards with him. With everyone’s attention still focused on the stage, he was able to pull me across the floor without anyone noticing.
Ethan walked me through the lobby and out the front doors to where the gang was waiting with our cab. He placed a soft kiss on my temple and with a narrow eyed smile told me to have a good time. I do not trust that smile one little bit.
The Whiskey Crow was packed and personal space was nonexistent. You could not move more than a few steps without brushing up against someone. Strobe lights and colored lasers flashed around the dimly lit room. The music was loud, and everyone was on their feet dancing and singing along. The heat generating from writhing bodies caused the compact space to reach scorching temperatures. I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my back and was glad that I had chosen to wear a tank.
I got Makayla’s attention and shouted that I was going to grab a beer and step outside to cool off for a few minutes. Nodding, she grabbed my hand and began shoving our way through the dense crowd. We managed to make it to the bar without separating, and then headed out the back door for some fresh air.
“ The Gypsies are on fire tonight!” Makayla’s shouted declaration was met with cheers and raised cans from four guys to our left.
I pulled my damp hair away from neck and the warm breeze triggered goose pimples to emerge on my clammy skin. Makayla, eyes closed, was leaning up against the cool bricks of the building. I took a swig of my beer, looking around the courtyard. There was a small crowd of people ambling about. A group of scantily clad girls were swaying and belting out the words to the song that drifted from inside the building. The door opened, and a cluster of boisterous college kids staggered out, one of which was sporting a t-shirt that read: I’m 21! Show me your Slippery Nipple and I’ll see you Sex on the Beach with an Orgasm. The shirt made me chuckle. What can I say, I’m easily amused.
Knowing that being out tonight made Ethan nervous, I pulled my phone from my pocket to text that all was well in my world and I would see him later. As I hit send, the ground beneath my feet began to vibrate. The crowd, both inside and out, started cheering. We slipped back inside with Makayla dragging me through the thick wall of people. We reached Bella and Jack as the lead guitarist made his way to the front of the stage. A guitar riff joined the unrelenting thumping of the drums and the masses began chanting THUNDER in time with the music. When The Gypsies’ front man stepped up to the mic and sang out the first line of the song, the assembly exploded.
With each new song, the growing horde pressed even closer to the stage. Bodies packed together, moving as if they were one single living organism. Lyrics reverberated from the huge speakers, and the already frenzied crowd became untamable. I tried to stay connected to my group, but a set of rowdy fans forced their way between, separating us.
The swarm of surrounding people pushed and shoved forward, and I was desperately trying to stay on my feet. I could hear The Gypsies singing as I tried to power my way towards the back of the room. The lead had just spat out the last line of the chorus when a pair of steel bands wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides. Panic set in immediately. I began kicking my legs in a vain attempt at freedom, while the noise of the manic crowd swallowed my frightened cries. My captor parted the flood of bodies easily, knocking people from his path, and dragging me backwards with him. With everyone’s attention still focused on the stage, he was able to pull me across the floor without anyone noticing.
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