Never Danced Like this Before

I was sitting in my impala, taking a long drag off my fag. No not a gay, I may be American but I hate calling my cigarettes cigs and fag is what my dad called them, and he was from just outside London. I lifted it back to my lips and breathed my poison in. I had been playing the BVB VI album on my way to Sound Check, but I started to get really nervous about meeting my internet friends and meeting my saviors. I had to turn it off and put something chill on, so I threw in an Arctic Monkeys CD and lit up my fag. It started to calm down as I finished my cigarette. I looked around for the theatre and spotted it with my parking spot with my number. I am normally working the shows in the makeup and hair department but today I took the day off to see the show. I had worked here for 4 months, since my parents were put in body bags and hauled away after my dad tried to save us from an armed robber.

He told me to run under to the closet under the staircase and hide in the second door, behind some boxes that lead to the furnace room. I remember my mom whispered,

“I’m right behind you. I love you, please just be quiet.” She kissed my forehead and gave me a push to the door. I didn’t think she wouldn’t make it. My dad, was tough. He had been in the military, it’s why we were in Seattle. It was the last time I had prayed. I would have done anything for them to be safe.

I heard my dad get shot first. Then the footsteps stopped and my mother began screaming his name, I knew she should’ve stopped I was mentally begging her to stop crying. I wanted her to run. I needed her to shut up. The second shot went off and I heard her body hit the floor.

But I’m done talking about this, my friend offered me a job after that. Now I was living as simply as I could, I go through the motions and listen to music. Black Veil Brides, were always there. They made me feel like someone understood. Their music spoke to me and made me feel full. No normal band does that.
Here we go Fleur, don’t fuck this up. I opened the heavy-ass door of my ’68 Chevy Impala. It was my dad’s only collector’s car he had kept since he had entered the military besides the 1971 Buick Skylark I sold to one of my dad’s friends after he passed away. The Impala was my baby, she was jet black and I always keep her clean.

I pulled my heart sunglasses off and then quickly replaced them on top of my dark eye makeup, flinching away from the bright clouded sky. It was evening but when you’re either in a dark theatre or a dark apartment, even clouds burn your eyes.

My parking spot was so close to the door I walked past the security guy and held up my employee pass and didn’t stop walking until I was inside with all the other people waiting for BVB.

“FLUER!!!!” I heard a shrill voice coming from behind me and I whip around and find Diem, a girl I was meeting with here, she was taller than I thought she’d be, my height and wore a We Are The Fallen Angels tee and jeans, combat boots and bracelets her sweet white hair was adorable and I knew, as she ran to hug me, this concert was gonna be perfect.

Notes

Hey! i wrote another story! i got the idea for this one in the shower lol but rate what u think and tell me what you think might happen!