First Show!

We begin our story on October 17, Anti Meridian, approximately 7:10. Michael aka Mikey Breitenstein contains in his possession an extra ticket to the Anberlin performance at the Glass House 12 hours later. I had been offered said ticket a day or two before, refused on the grounds of a certain lack of cash, due to my buying my date to homecoming's and my own ticket. However, a deal is worked out, and now I'm in debt of 20 units of U.S. currency.

My daily routine(my rat race, which I strive to stand out in) of education so deemed school by our tea sipping, slave owning forefathers, drags on by. The system by which it is dictated is flawed, there not being enough time in the designated limit to squeeze all the knowledge out of its courses. It being the day after the fiendishly tiring interval workout, we have a recovery day. I took it easy, favoring one leg a bit(it was the left one) and had a nice long chat with my date for homecoming.

The hours fly by, and a grey Mustang pulls up in front of my domicile. The uber-blonde driver is our beloved ticket holder, Mikey, his passenger the namesake of that guy in the sweater-vest who tells stories illustrated by little dolls and toys. We stop by the MikeCave for him to change into a shirt not matching mine. It takes a few tries, but eventually we pull out of his street and fly down peyton blasting music that is, to quote the driver, "loud as teats."

We stop for gas, first at arco, which was indeed a failed attempt. Down to the next gas station. We barely make it out of the gas station and to the next shopping centre over when he realized he had left the gas cap open. Real smart.

After securing the lid to the tank of flammable oils poweing the automobile, we cruise on down to the Glass House to meet Zac Applegate(yes you zac, my only current follower), Alex "Mufasa," and Chloe Staab. More time passes, a few "ehhh" bands, and then the real show starts. As a small interjection, we met up with Clint Hostetler, Kevin Crane, etc etc. I'm not quite as acquainted with the rest to include them(sorry guys). Returning to the main plot, the droll performances drag on and Anberlin appears on stage. "And the crowd goes wild." Soon, the crowd starts getting real amped up, and Zac taps my shoulder. A single gesture: his hands clasped, lowered and ready to launch. I had already surfed my way to the front earlier(following in Clint's footsteps), but I thought hey. Screw it. And I went for it.

I made it to about the front when someone launches me back into the middle. I smack my head upon I guess someone elses and I get a bit dazed. In any case I make it, or rather the crowd moves me, to the front. I walk outside, nab a shirt and play the waiting game. It wasn't quite worth trying to make it back to the front for the rest of a show only to last a few minutes. So I wait and the group meets again. The rest of the night is quite uneventful, and I return to my dwelling at approximately 12: 40 or so. 5 hours later it is this morning, and I'm gearing up for running with The Bergmann. I have a mean charlie horse from kneeing someone in the head.

And thus our story comes to an end. Mikey claims he is following in Coop's and Clint's footsteps by bringing the sophomores into the show scene. I being the only one of said group that is in any way close to the juniors, I'm deemed to continue on in this new adventure, the show scene.

More to come, I'll keep you posted Zac.
By the way, thanks for the lift.