24 hours

What is life? Aren’t we all just born to die? What’s the point of living if we’re all going to die anyway?
My deep shower thoughts got interrupted by the doorbell of my apartment ringing. I pushed away the shower curtain to look out of my window next to my shower. As I looked down I saw a head with red hear jumping up and down in front of my door.
I let go of the curtain and sighed. Jeez, that girl was always late, and especially today she was an hour early. I could think of a few reasons why though.
I stepped out of the shower and took a towel of the highest shelf in my bathroom. That was where I always put my best and softest towels.
I dried my body and quickly put on the clothes I had picket out for today. After that I quickly ran down the stairs, my hair still dripping on the floor. I walked over to the door and I could almost sense the excitement of the girl on the other side of the door.
I rolled my eyes as I opened the door. My best friend appeared in my sight. She smiled so wide, I could almost see all of her teeth. I tried to look at her with an annoyed look, but she just started jumping up and down with excitement. My annoyed expression faded and a chuckle escaped my lips.
“I’m so excited!” She said with, her voice way higher pitched than normal.
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t notice, Rosey.”
“Oh do I need to make it a little clearer for you?” She said and she opened up her mouth wide, ready to scream.
“No!” I said waving my hands, but I was too late. A high pitched scream filled the air. A man that was just walking by, stopped to look and raised an eyebrow to us. I shot him an apologetic smile.
“We are going to see Pierce the Veil today!” She screamed. She closed her eyes and waved her hands in excitement.
“Yeah!” I said trying to sound excited for Rosey’s sake. She had been talking about it for months, I knew how much this meant to her. She had had rough times and they really helped her through it. Well, their music.
I motioned for her to come in and we walked to the living room. She let herself fall on the black, leather couch. I went to the kitchen to make tea for us and I put too much honey in my cup. Yeah I love honey. I’m weird like that okay? I can literally eat buckets of honey. Can you even eat honey? Or do people drink honey?
I put the cups down on the table and went to sit across from Rosey. She was on her phone, probably scrolling through twitter reading tweets about the concert today, because she was smiling widely. I chuckled at her excitement.
Rosey was literally the only person I could do such a thing for. I would never goto a concert like this by myself, I didn’t like the screaming too much, but I did it for her. She couldn’t find anyone to go with and in a moment of weakness, I said yes. I guess I owe these guys anyway, they helped making her into the happy person she is today.
She put her phone away and took her tea. She smelled it and gave me a disgusted look. “How many honey did you put in this?”
I blushed and looked down at my tea. “Not as much as in mine.”
She burst out in laughter. “Wow. You and your obsession with honey.”
“Don’t judge me! It’s healthy and sweet! You just have to settle with this cup of tea full of honey. You owe me, I’m going to a concert with you I don’t really want to go to.”
She sighed. “Believe me Amara, after tonight, you will love them! They’re so good live and they play with so much passion!” her eyes started glowing. I always admired how passionate Rosey was about the things she loved. I wished I could be like that.
“I doubt it, but we’ll see.” I said.
“You’re not gonna wear that, right?” She said gesturing to my outfit. I looked down at my body. I was wearing a white blouse and black jeans. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Everything. We’re going to a concert of a post-hardcore band, Amara. Not to a business meeting.”
She had a point. But at the other hand, I didn’t really have anything close to what people were supposed to wear on occasions like this. “What am I supposed to wear then?”
She pulled her bottom lip in her mouth, this was her thinking face. “I can buy you a shirt at the merch place.”
My eyes widened. “You mean like a band shirt?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not forced to keep it, it’s just so you fit in a little at the place.”
“Okay, but don’t even try to pay for it, I don’t want you to pay for a shirt I’m never gonna use anyway.”
“You don’t know that.” She said moving her eyebrows. “Maybe you lock eyes with one of the band members and instantly fall in love.”
I laughed. “yeah right.”

*

We arrived at the venue at three pm. We were way too early, the show would start at eight. Rosey insisted we needed to go early though, she said that she wanted to stand at the front. I didn’t really looked forward to stand in the front, because there were the craziest fans. I was also very scared that I was going to be squashed, because it was too crowded.
By the time we arrived at the waiting line, I already felt very out of place. At least ninety percent of the people in the waiting line had weird hair colors or nose rings or snake bites like Rosey had. The other ten percent were either parents that came along with their children or had a band shirts or had jeans with all kind of holes in it.
I had to admit that it was a colorful lot, even though everyone was wearing black. They were really being themselves, and I admired that a lot.
They were all super nice too. They all tried to make conversations with me and Rosey and they didn’t really seem to mind that I wasn’t also a super fan. On the contrary, a few of them even told me that it was so nice of me not to judge Rosey for the music she listened to.
Honestly, I never knew why some people did. Alright, it wasn’t my type of music, and it probably wasn’t ever going to be, but who was I to judge her for it? I mean come on, music was a subjective thing, everyone had a different taste. If she wanted to listen to screams than I wasn’t going to hold her back from it. I was friends with her because of her personality, not because of her music taste.
Although the people were nice, waiting for four hours was really getting on my nerves. I wasn’t really a patient person anyway and this got me wondering why I was even here in the first place. I suddenly realized why I normally wasn’t really a selfless person.
Rosey was right though. At seven o’clock the doors opened and we could go inside, we were one of the first and we had a place right at the front. As the opening act was playing, I went to buy a band shirt. Rosey staid at our place so we wouldn’t lose it.
I chose a simple white shirt with a black Pierce the Veil logo on it. To be honest, I kind of liked it. It was a pretty logo, the letters were cursive and they had little curls at the end of the E’s and the L. Maybe I would keep it and used it to sleep in our something.
I went to the restrooms (I had to wait fifteen minutes, because there was an enormous line) and switched my white blouse for the brand new band shirt. I put the shirt in my purse and went back to find Rosey.
Pushing myself back to the front was a lot harder now, the show was about to start and people didn’t really like it that I wanted to push myself in front of them. I got a lot of elbows in my ribs, those places were definitely going to bruise. Ugh, this was going to be a long night.
I made my way to the front just before eight. To say Rosey was excited, would be a huge understatement. There was a moment in which I thought she was going to pass out.
Eight o’clock passed and the stage was still empty. Great. They were also going to be late. I was getting crushed by obsessive fangirls and it was even going to take longer before it ended.
A few minutes past eight, lights in the room suddenly blacked out. Was it going to start? I didn’t know that much about this kind of concerts. The only concert I’ve ever been to was of Taylor Swift.
Lights on the stage started flickering and a screen lit up on the back of the stage showing all kinds of little videos of the guys of pierce the veil, at least I assume it was them.
There was music in the background that built up the suspense. It honestly looked great, it was a good way to start a show. Although I couldn’t really enjoy it because of all the elbows poking in my thigh, stomach and ribs.
Then the drummer ran on stage. Girls around me started to scream even louder than they already did, including Rosey. The man seemed to be in his late twenties. Tattoos covered his entire body and he had two piercings, a little stone above his lips and a ring through his bottom lip. He had a snapback on backwards and he was wearing a black tank top.
After that the bassist and the guitarist ran on stage. The bassist had spikey black hair and a permanent smile glued to his face. He had one sleeve with tattoos, but that was nothing compared to the drummer.
The guitarist at the other hand was covered in tattoos from top till toe too. He had short black hair and a piercing in his cheek under his eyes.
Lastly, the singer ran on stage. He was quite small and had curly brown hair that fell on his shoulder. He also had a backwards snapback on and he seemed to be free of tattoos. He did have a nose ring though.
They started out playing a song that seemed to be quite slow at the beginning. The singer screamed into the microphone and although I never liked screaming, I had to admit that it was quite impressive.
The song slowly built up and it got faster and louder. Eventually the singer started to sing and I was surprised of how good he sounded.
During the song Rosey grabbed my shoulders a few times to shake me back and forward. She screamed really loud, but it wasn’t heard over the sound of the band and the crowd.
The first song ended and the singer grabbed the microphone. “What’s up New York city!”
The crowd went crazy and I found myself yelling along. “That was hell above and this is a match into water.”
They started to play again and all the fans started to sing along again. I kept myself busy, by focusing on one of the band members at the time. By doing this I noticed with how much passion they played. It was only the second song, but they were already completely covered in sweat. They were jumping all over stage, but didn’t miss a single tone.
The song that came after that, I liked the most. It sounded quite sweet, well for how much this kind of music can sound sweet. The song filling the room was an incredible feeling and I made a promise to myself that I would search this song when I got home.
I wanted to ask Rosey what the song was called, but she probably wouldn’t have heard me with this amount of sound anyway. I also tried to listen if the singer was going to say what it was called, but he didn’t.
I was actually sort of enjoying myself until they started playing a song that was apparently called caraphernelia. I was moving along to the music, no, not dancing. That was impossible with people this close to me. The longer I listened to their music the more I got used to it and kind of got into a flow.
But then I saw him. He was standing a few feet away from me. It looked a bit weird, a fifty year old man, surrounded with young, punk girls. He looked me straight in the eyes and panic filled me up.
I looked away quickly, hoping he hadn’t seen me. Maybe he hadn’t noticed me. When is he going to understand that I never want to see him again?
I glanced up, hoping he was gone. He wasn’t, he was trying to get through the crowd, pushing people aside. He was making his way over to me. His ivy blue eyes fixed on mine.
My heart started racing and my first instinct was to get away and so I did. I tried to find my way through dancing, sweating people. It was hard, but because I was smaller and thinner than him, I was faster. I finally reached the end of the room and started running.
I couldn’t see where I was going, I just knew that I had to go. Far, far away from here.
Eventually I found a white door, without hesitating I opened it and stepped in it. It was a cupboard. I sat down on the floor and closed the door. I didn’t know if he even followed me outside, but I knew I didn’t want to take the risk.
My eyes slowly got used to the pitch black room and I raised a hand in front of my face. It was shaking uncontrollably. I tried to steady it, but I couldn’t.
I heard the music from far away and wondered if Rosey had already noticed I was not standing next to her anymore. I felt bad for leaving her alone, but I just couldn’t face him.
I laid my head back to the wall and closed my eyes. I knew I wasn’t soon going to find the courage to leave this closet.
I think the adrenaline from the concert and getting chased was starting to work out, because I started to drift of.
I finally felt something poking in my side and I opened my eyes. I took away the broom that was poking me. I had just fallen asleep. In a cupboard. On a concert. Good job, Amara, way to go.
Then I suddenly remembered I was being chased, just before I got here. Fear rose up in me again and I laid down my ears against the door to hear if there was someone there. It was incredibly quiet. Too quiet. I couldn’t even hear the music of the concert anymore…
Had I really been asleep for so long? I had been lacking sleep a lot lately. Well, actually I was always lacking sleep, but it had been worse lately.
I slowly opened the door to see that there was no one in the hall. Not a single soul. Not a guard, or a fan, or a crew member. No one.
I couldn’t believe my eyes so I ran back to the stage to find it completely empty. There were a few people cleaning up some things, but that was it.
How could I have slept through an entire concert? This was so weird!
Rosey. My heart dropped when I thought of her. I had left her alone at a concert and I had promised to stay with her. Where was she now? I looked at my phone. Great no reception or Wi-Fi.
Maybe she had already gone to the car? No it was already four in the morning, she had probably already gone home. Maybe she had taken a train, because we came with my car.
My mind searched through the possibilities. Maybe she had been attacked by weird guys. I felt panicky again, I couldn’t live with myself if something had happened to her. Or if she was still searching me.
I knew I had to at least get out of the building, so I could call her. I searched for a staircase leading to the first floor. Eventually I found an elevator and ran to it. I pushed the button next to the elevator and the little light suggested that it was on its way.
The elevator arrived and the doors opened, I stepped inside and wanted to push the button to close the doors when I heard someone yell: “Hold it please!”
The doors were already closing and I quickly put my shoe between the doors to keep them from moving. The doors froze and the person walked through the door.
“Thank you” The guy said as he pushed the button for the third floor. It was only then I realized he seemed familiar. I glared over to him. It was the drummer from Pierce the Veil. He stood there a feet away from me.
I felt my eyes getting big, but then I realized I didn’t even liked his band. I didn’t need to freak out about a guy I didn’t know a single song of.
“You’re welcome.” I said as relaxed as I could and I pushed the button the close the doors.
The doors closed and the elevator started moving to the first floor. It had only been moving for a few seconds when the cabin suddenly started shaking really hard. I grabbed a hold to the handrail and let out a scream. The shaking only took a few seconds but when it ended, the doors didn’t open.
I quickly pushed the button to open door the doors but they staid shut. Great, we were trapped.

Notes

heeyyyy guys!!

Soo yeahh! here's my first Mike story! I hope you guys like it so far.

I'm planing on making this story pretty short. Around 10, maybe 12 chapters. That's because I want this entire story to take place in 24 hours. So from the moment they enter the elevator until they leave it again.
this could either turn out amazing or end up horrible. But well I like taking risks XD

If you haven't yet, please check out my Vic story. I'm pretty proud of it :) click here

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Nicky