Melanie,
Happy belated birthday! Sorry it took
me an extra week to get this done and up. ^^;; My manwhore of a
guitarist wasn't behaving. But I finally coaxed him into this diddy;
so here you go, and I hope you enjoy it.
<3 Lacie J
**
Bag of overpriced, but oh so worth it,
band merchandise to my chest I wriggle free of the crowd surrounding
the vendor's booth. Pushing free of the crush I pull my messenger
bag around and manage to fit my latest purchases into the already
crammed space. Glance around the convention hall as I snap the
buckle back into place.
I still had a couple hours before my
roommates were due to meet me for the benefit concert across the way.
Normally I would have spent the day holding my place in line, but
I'd somehow lucked out with reserved seating thanks to being one of
the first fifty people to purchase tickets to the event. And all of
that before Darkest Mercy had announced that they would be performing
a couple of songs in the concert.
Phone in hand I ride an escalator up
from the main dealer floor.
<So, how much
have you spent on DM merch? Find anything you don't already have w
Tobin, or Chris' face all over it?>
Snort under my
breath, they knew me so well; anything with Darkest Mercy's
guitarists was almost guaranteed to find its way into my room
eventually. It was like a disease the way I felt compelled to buy
the weirdest crap if it had them on it. <Round $100 :P taking a
smoke break on one of the hall's roofs before descending into the
madness surrounding the arena to meet up with you guys.> <cut>
<Only $100?
What, do you have everything they're selling?>
Blowing a kiss to
one of the boys I'd danced with last night as we pass each other I
shoulder the door open. <...no...yes...maybe...shut up, I know
you're laughing at me. It's not my fault they're hotter than hell.>
<You're worse
than the teenage girls who stalk them.>
