31 August 2012
I stumbled through the crowd of punks, and made my way to the bathroom. I checked my hair, I pulled out my scissors and cut off a couple chunks of hair, just to make sure it was choppy. I rolled on my red lipstick, and covered my eyes in the blackest eyeliner I had, then shoved it all back into my bag. I then quickly made my way out of the bathroom and out of the club.
Out back I knocked on the door to the backstage. A skinny short man, with balding red hair came to the door and said "Come in"
"That was easy," I laughed
"Yeah, almost as easy as you. Now what do you want?" I was slightly offended, but I couldn't help but laugh. This guy was fierce, I liked that.
"I was wondering about the band," I said sitting down on a couch "How old are they?"
"Their all 19 except one who's 17. Why? Who do you have your eye on?" he said with a smirk.
"The bass player." I blushed.
"Razzle? He's like the ugly duckling of the band. Sure, he's lovable, but just look at his face!"
"Well, I think his face is cute." I said still blushing "Anyways, what's your name?"
"The names Bob Jones, I'm Jakob, the lead singers, father. I'm pretty much the bands manager." this guy seemed like the coolest old guy ever. "Come on, let's go watch the rest of the setlist from the side."
The band was amazing. The only one who was wearing a shirt was the drummer. They all put so much energy into just this crappy club show. Their funk-punk sound was amazing too, their sound was unlike anything I'd ever heard.
When they finished their set, they all ran off stage, and Razzle was again screaming "Icky thump! Icky thump!"
Bob stopped Razzle "Hey funky monk, this girl wanted to meet you."
Razzle looked surprised, "A pretty pretty lady like yourself coming to meet me? Well, well, what's your name?"
"Dita," I answered with a small smile.
"Like the stripper chick? Awesome!" his square-ish face turned into a cute little smile. "Hey let's a step outside and have a smoke."
Part.2 • Opuss № I