On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Faygoshill was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Malos t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
“Hi Faygoshill!” I said in a depressed voice.
“Hi Noipoi.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Anyone is Here bumper (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to PapaGenos and PizzaDudeManGuy. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to PapaGenos.
“You come in cold, you're covered in blood
They're all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this life.” sang PapaGenos (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).
“PapaGenos is so ****ing hot.” I said to Faygoshill, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Faygoshill looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.
“Really?” asked Faygoshill sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know PapaGenos and he’s going out with LOZ ****ing 18. I ****ing hate that little *****.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Faygoshill. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked PapaGenos and PizzaDudeManGuy for their autographs and photos with them. We got PG concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Everyone Is Here bumper, but Draco didn’t go back into the Ultimate Social Thread, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Rate Their Chances thread!