CC'S P.O.V.

But I can’t get over the fact that she is related to the best rock star that has ever walked this earth, it’s just uncanny. And she knows BVB as well! What’s next? She knows Modern Day Escape? I have just become friends with Viv Biersack. That is fantastic! Right now I feel over the moon, and what’s more, in two Saturdays time, I am seeing them live and MEETING them!

I'm so happy I could cry!

Our lecturer goes on about nothing important so far as I am concerned, everyone around me would rather be sleeping, some of them are, their heads resting on their table and gently rising and falling in time with their breath.

I glance over at her again, Viv looks as though she could pass out, but is fighting the urge to; she is taking notes and trying to listen.

Oh shit, notes. That would have been smart

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As soon as the day is over, I scoot out of my classroom and make a dash for the gates. I can’t stop thinking about the tickets.

Oh wait.

I think I forgot to thank her for the ticket.

-

I wait outside at the gates until I see the slim figure I am looking for appear.

Black hair flicked over so it conceals part of her face. Not in the scene sort of way; in the –parted-hair-on-the-side way. Her little nose pokes out under a dusting of freckles and her mouth curves into a smile when she sees me.

I smile back and I think to myself it’s funny how good of friends we are now, I mean, we’ve only really spoken to each other for one lunch time!

"You still hoping for that hot date?" she teases.

"Nah. It sounds like a picnic compared to this baby I’ve got here".

I wave my ticket at her, not unlike what she did to me, she pretends to look hurt.

"And here I thought we were friends, I see how it is" she laughs

"I don’t know it seems crazy how well we know each other now, doesn’t it?" she says, imitating my thoughts. I nod in agreement.

"Thanks for the ticket, you have no idea how excited I am" I tell her, carefully putting the ticket safely back in my pocket.

She waves her hand dismissively "No problem mate, I get them all the time"

She takes a separate path back to her place and as soon as she disappears down the path and around a corner, I break into a run and tear up the concrete behind me.

-

Once I unlock my shabby apartment door, I go have a shower and then pull on my pyjamas. I open the door, it sequels and squeaks in protest of being flung open on such a magnitude.

Walking into my room, I glance at my posters plastered all over the walls. I flop down of my seat behind my drum kit and hammer out a beat.

The good thing about drumming is that you can drown out all background noise and focus on the noise that you are producing.

I pause during the beat and hear a knocking at my door, I stand up and cross over the threshold.

The landlord is standing there holding some official looking papers.

"Mr. Christina Mora, you are no longer welcome in the complex, several complaint have been lodged about your non-stop drumming. I am afraid you are to be out of here by the morning"

Well fuck.

Notes

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