[majormet]

It was 9:00 and some lousy band was getting through their set. Not sure if a set of Blink 182 and Green Day covers constitutes punk rock, but in Blue's eyes it was just harsh sounding pop. Punk was Anarchy in the UK or Holiday in Cambodia, it surely was not What's My Age Again. In essence, Pink singing So What was more like punk then this garbage. He had his guitars set up in the backstage area and was just hoping the aura of this cover band would not assimilate into his equipment.

Meanwhile, across the street, Elias picked up his guitar case and made his way to the side entrance, waiting for the next dumpster run. Elias looked about as much as a musician as Mitch McConnell looked like a GQ model. It was a bad fit, and without costume of any kind a late 30's something guy who looked like he was 60 and was 5'5 and weighed not much more than 130 pounds with the bozo the clown hairdo... he would not infiltrate easy so he would have to get inside and be so far off to the side as to not stand out, as standing out is something he could do even in a DMV office.

Alexa and Kate just did a few shots of Sambuca which served a dual purpose of intoxicant and altoid. They were not digging the Blink 182 cover band especially when they decided to add Shut Up and Dance to their repertoire. Still it was a night out and not having to fill out prescriptions for xanax for a few hours was like being on a beach in Aruba. They noticed the 2 faux hipsters that hit on them earlier and they seemed to be mouthing the words to this wretched song and someone forgot to donate the book of coolness to them.

Elias was able to gain entry. The music was loud and he did not make eye contact. He was able to very close to the stage but off to the right and behind the stage. A brief glance of the crowd and he just saw youth, and cluelessness. He saw a lot of youngsters that did not know the road ahead. Optimism is the potion for the ignorant in his jaded mindset. He noticed a really tall skinny fellow on the side of the stage. He could not believe the blue hair and the funny makeup. This is what was wrong with the world. How a parent could raise such a spectacle. At this point he was siding with his antithesis left and believed in post birth abortions. If a kid was going to aspire to be that, end it now. They made eye contact briefly and he recognized a look that was familiar to him. It was that anti social look, the one that he had learned to cultivate in recent time.

The music was so bad and then Blue made eye contact with a short squirrel looking guy that had as much business owning a guitar as Chris Christie owning a speed-O. It took a lot for Blue to be creeped out, he could just look in the mirror and see the essence of darkness. Something about this short fella, what band was he in. He knew the circuit, never saw this guy before, but who knows maybe he was the second coming of Stevie Ray Vaughn. Still something did not compute. At best he looked like a fly by night plumber, not a rock God.

There was the b***, she was in the middle of the crowd and Elias noticed her. So many nights he rummaged through her photos on Facebook. In person she looked even more conceited and disdaining. Doing shots and dancing as if the rest of the world did not matter. How many times did she beckon for "likes" on her Facebook page between making dumb liberal statements, reposting tweets from AOC and Omer. F*** her. She won't be smiling soon, that band that gets the stage divers out. She will know what it is like to suffer, feel pain, be afraid. And boy she would know that she was at the root of all of this.