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Coffeeshops and Rock Stars

Yay Concerts!


I woke up to a void on the other side of the bed. Of course, me being a wishful thinker, I assumed Ash was in the bathroom or out making a breakfast run, considering I only had shrimp and oriental flavored ramen noodles in my kitchen cabinets. I noticed there was a text from him, and I read it.

Look in your mailbox. See you tonight, I hope.

I walked to my mailbox, opened it, and pulled out the white envelope with my name scrawled messily across it. I found a VIP pass to 5 Seconds of Summer’s show tonight in St. Louis. I was so excited, I would actually get to see Ashton in concert! I pulled a 50 dollar bill out of my mailbox as well and I assumed it was for gas.

I went back inside to get something to eat, my heart fluttering madly in my chest. When I arrived at the refrigerator, I found a note tied to the handle with Ashton’s bandana. I read it to myself, and realized had probably dropped off the ticket after he left this. I looked at the ticket to find showtime, venue, all that jazz. The concert was at 7, but because I had a VIP pass, I could get in early to watch the sound check. There was 4 hours until the sound check- I had to start getting ready pronto.

I slipped out of my pajamas and turned on the shower, my mind racing with thoughts of what was to come that night. I plugged in my phone to my speaker and blasted my shower playlist while I bathed.

I quickly got ready for that night, throwing on torn up skinny jeans and my Styx tank top. My hair was in a bun and I put on my eyeliner, and for once, the wings went on perfectly even. That was sign enough that tonight was going to be amazing.

I called a taxi to pick me up around 3:00 because I had finished getting ready early and I knew traffic was going to be a bitch. And that’s exactly what it was. The taxi ride cost me nearly twenty dollars and it took us about 45 minutes to get there. When I arrived, I saw that the boys’ bus was there, so I figured I could go inside. I walked up to the security guard and showed him the pass around my neck. He eyed me carefully, and jerked his head back, motioning for me to head in. The screaming crowd next to me was freaking out.

As soon as I walked in, there were signs posted with arrows and the letters VIP in large print. I followed the arrows to the backstage area, where I met another security guard. He asked for my name and I told him, and he looked at me with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake. You’re allowed in for the soundcheck, just not backstage. And you aren’t allowed at the meet and greet.” He tried sounding stern, but his voice was dripping with pity.

“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.” I said. I walked away quickly and pulled out my phone. I texted Ashton-

Hey, I got your ticket! But the security guard says I’m only allowed to see the soundcheck from the seats and I’m not allowed at the meet and greet? What’s going on?

I figured it might take him a while to text back, but he responded almost immediately.

Meet me out back in ten minutes. I’m so sorry, Bree.

I was thoroughly confused, I admit that, but I was so desperate to talk to him. My feet carried me faster than ever to the back, where I had a 9 minute wait before I could talk to Ashton, and my heart was beating quickly in my chest.


Sorry this was so short.


this story is so good so dont even question it

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OMG pls update soon!!!! its so good right n ow

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Thank you, doll!

Reaaaally good. Trust me lol