Okay, so, I’ll chalk it up to big misunderstanding, but when Emily said she could get us into the Ronny Stash & the Good Deeds concert for free, I assumed that meant she had tickets for the show.
We agreed to meet at the venue, and I stood at the Flack Street entrance for a time, trying to look as cool in my leather jacket and motorcycle boots as I listened to the muted sounds of guitars and drums emanating from the opening band’s set inside. After scrutinizing my Don’t Metal with Me Watch for a little over an hour — and after a series of suspicious looks from the hulking bouncer at the door — Emily finally showed up.
I was mildly miffed not only at her apparent lack of respect for punctuality, but by the fact that she was wearing the same watch. But I have to admit that I thought it showed a lot of insight on her part to accent the tranquil Clairvoyant Dress with the punky edge of the unisex Don’t Metal with Me Watch.
“Where’ve you been?” I interrogated. “I’ve been waiting for you for over an hour now!”
“Where have I been? I could ask the same of you!” Emily responded as she stood there in her Pistachio Sundae Heels, brandishing a bewildered look. “I’ve been waiting for you where I told you I’d be — the back, secret entrance!”
“Oh! Sorry, I thought you said the Flack Street entrance!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore, Richard.” At that moment, Emily reached into her Take the Wheel Purse and withdrew two laminated badges attached to lengths of cord. “I got the backstage passes from my cousin who’s the guitar tech for Ronny Stash. I met him round back at the band’s entrance. He’s still back there holding the door, waiting for us.”
“Are you serious?! Wow, okay. Let’s go then!” I exclaimed. We hung the passes from our necks, and then I followed Emily back to the correct entryway in disbelief that I was about to meet one of my musical heroes!
What about you, ModReaders? What would you wear to a performance of your favorite band? Have you ever met one of your favorite musicians?