"Congrats Vesta! You've just won VIP tickets to A Day to Remember plus Rise Against to meet the bands at House of Blues! Stay on the line so we can set you up!"
"Thank you so much!!! Ahhhh I'm so excited!! I love Rock 92.3!!"
~*~Her voice echoed through the live radio as she smiled and nearly pissed herself with joy. She stayed on the line with the radio DJ to get her information. The DJ laughed at her excitement, and as soon as they were done, Vesta called Frank immediately.~*~
"FRANK! I JUST WON VIP TICKETS TO THE A DAY TO REMEMBER SHOW!! YOU ARE COMING WITH ME!! AND WE GET TO MEET THE---"
~*~She was literally jumping so much that she didn't notice the huge pot hole underneath her. The pot hole caught her foot, and she fell forward, face planting into the cement.~*~
"Ow...."
~*~Frank could hear nothing but rumbling in the background as her phone flew out of her hand during the fall. She could also hear Frank yelling her name asking if she was okay. She stood up, brushed the dirt off herself, and ran her fingers across her face, looking down at trickles of blood and feeling the scratches on her nose.~*~
Frank jerked away and almost fell out of his bed as he grabbed his phone. It was kind of ridiculous that he was sleeping, but he'd been out really late the night before, so. Yeah. Shit happened. He stifled a yawn as he answered.
"Hello? Whoa--"
"FRANK! I JUST WON VIP TICKETS TO THE A DAY TO REMEMBER SHOW! YOU ARE COMING WITH ME! AND WE GET TO MEET THE--"
Frank actually had to hold the phone away from his ear because Vesta was seriously screaming. But then her voice cut off and he heard some banging and rattling. "Vesta?" he said cautiously. "Hey, are you okay? What just happened?"
"I just fell into a pot hole..."
He snorted and covered his mouth, because it seriously wasn't funny and she was probably hurt. "Are you okay?" he asked as soon as he was sure he wouldn't sound like he was laughing.
He sat up in bed and pushed his hair back, rubbing his forehead. "Yeah, it'd be awesome to go to the show. When is it?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Scratched my nose pretty good, and I think I might be bleeding on my knees..."
~*~She bent over and pulled her capri jeans over her knees, brushing off the specks of dirt and cement. Her knee caps were scratched pretty good, and there were small thin lines of blood indented into the skin.~*~
"Yep, I'm bleeding, but a first aid kit and some band-aids will do the trick. Don't need to go to the hospital or anything."
~*~Though, when she began walking down the street, a little limp was added to her stride.~*~
"Anyways, the concert is on December 10th. And we get to meet the bands! I'm so excited! Hey! Maybe if their manager is with them, you could give them a demo CD and yall could get signed!! That would be friggin AWESOME!!"
~*~She knew that if they got signed by a big record label, their dreams would come true, and they would be touring the country for a long time.~*~
"I won them on the radio, and as soon as I did, I thought of you cause I know you like these bands, too."
"You sure you're okay?" Frank winced - he was enough of a clutz that he knew that shit could hurt. He flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, smiling.
"Yeah, that sounds awesome. I dunno about giving them a demo though - I feel like it's almost a dick move, you know? I wanna go hang out with the band, not be all, 'hey can you guys jump start my career?' you know?" Maybe he wasn't making sense but whatever. It made sense to him.
"But yeah, I'll definitely go. It'll be awesome, I can't fuckin' wait."
