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Evie's POV
I was on my way to the Van's Warped Tour at the Tweeter Center with my ten year old niece Ashley and my best friend, Yasmine. We were going to see a variety of bands, including The Used, Good Charlotte, and one of my favorites, Simple Plan. Ashley liked them as well, so I decided to take her with me and Yasmine. Music was the key escape from my Clinical Depression. I have severe issues with the disease, and without my medication, I was dangerous to myself. It was difficult to live with everyday and I seen a therapist weekly.
"Evie, are we there yet? Ashley asked in the backseat of the car. I drove with traffic flow on Interstate 290. I looked in the rear-view mirror for passing vehicles.
"Just five more miles Ashley. We're gonna stop somewhere to eat first because we're early," I replied sweetly. She gave one of those childish smirks and gazed out the window. It was a gorgeous day. The sky was completely blue and the sun shone brightly. It was warm too, about eighty-five degrees I would say. Yasmine looked at me with a devilish smile. Her blue eyes sparkling.
"What?" I asked her. I pushed back a strand of blond hair behind my ear.
"Wouldn't it be awesome if we met these band people and got hooked up with them?" She asked. I looked at her in a calm way.
"The odds against that are quite slim, Yasmine. I highly doubt that. But, you're right. It would be awesome if that happened." I seen a Culver's restaurant and turned into the parking lot. I parked my car, and we all walked in. It was a quarter to four and the Tweeter Center parking didn't open until 4:30. We had forty-five minutes to eat.
I ordered Ashley a hamburger with fries, and myself a grilled chicken sandwich. Yasmine ordered a cheeseburger. Then, we all sat down to eat and waited for our food. As we waited, we chatted about the concert, what band members were cute, and so forth.
Yasmine applied lip gloss to her already perfect lips. She was beautiful, not that I'm sounding sexual, but she was. She was 5'7, had long brown hair, and was a size four. I on the other hand was 4'11, had short, but wavy blond hair, and my eyes were a blue-green. I was really small too, but I was bosomy. Yasmine dated about ten guys in her life, and she was dating someone that she met at the mall. I wasn't dating. In fact, I never really had a boyfriend. Not that I was saddened by it, but I got along without them.
"Evie, you really need to find someone," Yasmine said sweetly. "It's fun to date."
"Well, I'll find someone. He'll come," I replied. Hopefully, I thought to myself.
After we ate, we left and drove to the Tweeter. We were the first ones there and man, did we get a good place to park. All three of us simultaneously got out of the car. We looked good. I was wearing a new black tank-top with a metal keyhole in the back and thin straps that went halfway down my back. I had on a pair of form-fitting jeans and a silver glitter belt with black flip-flops, while Yasmine had a white halter top with a very short denim skirt and kitten heeled pink flip-flops. Her hair was up in a ponytail. Ashley was a total tomboy. She had capris on and a little green tank top. Overall, we all looked cute.
I managed to get PIT seats for the three of us. We were going to be touching the bands. A month ago, I seen blink-182 and Tom DeLonge threw me a black wristband with the band logo on it. I'm wearing it for the Warped Tour. We wanted to check things out and so we did. We got programs and shirts at the merchandise stands. Then, we went to our seats.
A half-hour later, the band Sugar Cult came on. They were good, but by no means great. We watched them in a bored matter, and waited for the next band. About seven bands later, Simple Plan came on. Their opening song was "Addicted" and they were hyper little guys. During most of their performance, the bass player, David Desrosiers, kept looking at me and smiling. I smiled back. I just figured that he was friendly and I wasn't going to get anywhere with him. He was hot. Of course, Yasmine made an issue about it.
"I think he likes you, Evie," she whispered.
"He's being friendly," I said.
After the concert, we wanted to meet Simple Plan because Ashley was whining about it, and I did hear that they were very fan oriented. So, we took a chance and we were by their tour bus. Suddenly all five of the guys came out. Teen girls went mad, and were jumping out of control. Shit, I thought. All these girls. Then, it was our turn to get pictures and autographs. Ashley was all hyped up about it, while Yasmine and I calmly got our autographs and pictures. Pierre was really nice and he was flirting with us, while David shot him a pissed off look. I don't have a clue why, but then after he did it, he smiled at me.
"See? I told you that David liked you," said Yasmine. I smiled at David and went for his autograph and photo. I slyly walked in a way that made the guys look and the hundred or so teen girls despise. Hey, I was twenty, so I really didn't give a fuck what they thought. I just wanted to see if I could strike attention in a positive way. I did. I wanted to impress him by speaking a little French. I didn't know much, but I could try at least.
"Bonjour, je vraiment vous aime," (Hello, I like you very much.) I said, sexually. David smiled and replied,
"Merci beaucoup, je vraiment vous aime aussi." (Thank you, I really like you too.) Then, we took a picture and I got his autograph. Everyone was staring at me, including Yasmine, who had a smile on her face. "Go for it!" was in her mind.
"You know French," David said, in an impressed tone.
"Yea, I do," I said simply. God, this guy was even cuter up close then he was on stage. He had black hair which was spiked up, a little bit of black eyeliner on, he had a nose and lip ring (which I have on my left side), warm brown eyes with specks of green, and he was wearing a camouflage shirt with black pants. My god, was he sexy.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Evelyn or Evie for short," I sweetly replied.
"Cool." David waited until the girls left, so I, Yasmine, and Ashley can chill with the band. "This is Chuck, Seb, Jeff, Pierre, and over there is our website manager, Pat."
"Hello. And this is my friend Yasmine, and my niece Ashley," I introduced as I pointed them out.
"Please to meet you," they all said. I smiled. David grabbed my arm, and whispered in my ear, "Is it ok if I can go out with you sometime? I can give you my cell number."
"Sure!" I said enthusiastically. He wrote his number down and I gave him my cell number. I was happy. Yasmine was right. I did get hooked up with one of them.

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