kyoyaskitten130

     The warm march air crept in to the building from the streets of LA. I stood in a dark corner of the theater lobby. The loud thump of drums and screeching of guitars came from the opened doors of the theater. I looked around me, mainly young teens with their parents. I was probably a lot older than most of the people here, excluding all of the parents. But, I was probably a much bigger fan than any of those who were screaming and jumping around. I waited in line with my best friend Lacey for a chance to meet my heroes. I leaned against the wall, waiting for this line to move. My jet-black hair hung in my eyes so I could barely see. Lacey