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At the beginning of the day, the prospect of the 98* concert had excited Lindsey. She had gone with her friends to the fair and they sat on the bleachers until it seemed that the show was about to start. Eventually, after standing for a long period of time, the show did start. All the girls around the stage in the mosh pit screamed whenever the name of the headlining group was mentioned. Lindsey's hearing decided to take a vacation at that point and decided it wouldn't be back until it felt it was completely safe. Lindsey wished she could join it. By the time the first act was done, Lindsey recalled why she had hesitated before agreeing to go to the concert at the local fair. She hated the mosh pit setup, and none of the girls really gave a shit what happened to you. Well, scratch that, very few cared. Some were nice and apologized when they stepped on your feet, other just told you to watch were the fuck you were going when you hadn't moved in an hour. Soon, the feeling in Lindsey's feet decided to join her hearing on that vacation. It didn't matter, they were numb from being stepped on anyway, but fortunately, her toe had stopped bleeding from when someone had stepped on it and cracked the toe nail in half, which Lindsey had sworn a blue streak over for half an hour straight. By the time the actual band had come out on stage, let's just say Lindsey was pissed to the point of no return. She couldn't help it that she had the worst temper of all her friends, and she really did like 98*, seriously. It was just that she was absolutely not enjoying her self, for the above mentioned reasons. She watched the group run and jump across the stage, and even occasionally snapped a picture she knew wouldn't turn out because of the lighting. She watched Nick (her favourite guy of the group) and tried NOT to backhand the little ten year olds that thought they were so high and mighty and glared at you whenever THEY stepped on YOUR toes. She couldn't believe the clothes people were letting their kids these days. 'For the love of GOD, people!' she thought to herself. 'You're letting your 5 year old wear a shirt a porn star wouldn't be caught dead wearing in public!' By the time the concert was over, Lindsey was thinking of going home and sewing her mouth shut so she would never agree to go to another concert again. Hey you my think it's a little extreme, hell so do I, but it's just a story, so go with me here. She was to the point that Lindsey wasn't Lindsey anymore. Lindsey, the fun loving, say anything to get a laugh, was past the point of joking to make herself feel better, and she didn't like that. She was now the mega-bitch from hell who hated everything and everyone and spared no ones feelings. Her friend turned to her.
"Are you having fun?" Janetta asked. Lindsey turned to her friend and glared. Janetta shut up immedietelly. Michelle, the other friend that had come did not.
"What the hell's your problem?" Michelle asked. Lindsey pretended not to hear her. "I said what hell's your problem?" Michelle repeated.
"None of your fuckin business," Lindsey replied angrily.
"I think it is my fuckin business," Michelle responded.
"Fuck you," Lindsey told her, and turned back to the stage. Another friend, Cissy bounded up to Lindsey excitedly.
"Isn't this fun?" Cissy asked her. Lindsey ignored her. Janetta shrugged and Michelle glanced angrily at Lindsey. The concert eventually ended, way to late from Lindsey's point of view, but hey, she's not herself right now. There was a little signing etc after the concert, and 98* came out to sign whatever people wanted them too. Lindsey followed her friend, the one that wasn't mad at her amazingly, waiting for them to get a move on so that they could get the hell home and she could do something with her toe. She rolled her eyes as girls screamed when one of the group member even remotely smiled in their direction. She stood for a moment while her friend got one of the dancers from one of the opening bands signatures when Nick from 98* made his way over to where he was standing.
"You got anything for me to me to sign?" he inquired, throwing her a charming grin. Lindsey rolled her eyes, not really thinking anything from anybodywas charming at that moment, even Nick Lachey, one of the hottest guys on the face of the planet.
"No," she said, forcing a smile onto her pretty face. She turned away.
"Are you sure?" he inquired, using a slightly condisending voice. "I see a paper in your hand."
"Do I look like I'm 12 to you?" she asked, bitchily (I know that's prob not a word, but it is now). A few 12 yr olds standing near by turned and glared at her. She glared back, only worse. The kids cowered. Janetta looked at Lindsey funny.
"Well, no," Nick said. "But-"
"Well don't talk to me like I am one then," Lindsey demanded.
"Sorry, it's just that you you had that sheet of paper in your hand and all."
"Well, it's not mine," Lindsey told him. "It's her's."
"Fine, Jesus. What the hell is your problem?"
"My problem is none of your fuckin business," Lindsey exclaimed, aiming for a fight. Nick bit.
"Well, I'm sorry to fuckin bother you!" Nick shot back. "Maybe you would like to sing for two hours straight, have everybody expect you to be wonderful when you can only do what you know you can do and then come down here and have some little bitch bitch at you and just because you asked her if she wanted something to sign!"
"Ya, well if you had've just left me alone the first time I said no you wouldn't have to deal with someone bitching at you! You would be off signing your little heart out right now instead of yelling at me!!"
"Me yelling!!" he yelled. "You're the one yelling!"
"Well you are sure as hell keeping it going!"
"Hey, Nick, calm down," Drew said in a laughing voice to cover up his worried tone at what the fans would think.
"Lindsey," Cissy said a second later, trying to get Lindsey to calm down as well.
"Back off!!" Nick and Lindsey screamed unison, at their respective friends. Their friends looked at them like they were going to explode and backed away slowly.
"You know how fucking insufferable you are?" he asked, his tone lowering. "You are one of the biggest bitches I have ever met!!"
"At least you quit yelling," she said, only half under her breath.
"I DON'T FUCKIN YELL!" he shouted in her face. "I'm not ALLOWED to yell. I'm not allowed to be angry in public, drink,have sex, swear, smoke, yell, have any emotion whatsoever, unless it's happy. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! I'm supposed to be pure, kind, sweet, and all that FAKE shit. You try and do that for a week even and come back and tell me how you feel, ok goddammit!!!" By the time he was done, he was out of breath. Lindsey looked him right in the eye, stone faced with her next comeback.
"No one's allowed to have sex in public, although I do believe that you would get off much easier than most because of your profession." Nick's anger drained away from him and he looked at her strangely before he burst out laughing. The laugh of Nick, as well as her friend Janetta who had over heard and began to laugh as well, brought Lindsey back to reality and she realized what exaclty she had been doing. She turned on her heel, completely embarrassed at her behaviour, and walked away. By this time, Nick was doubled over laughing, something he hadn't done for real in a very long time. A body guard walked over to Nick and asked if someone was bothering him.
"NO, she's fine," Nick told the body guard. "It's not big deal--hey, where'd she go?" He looked around, but there was no one in sight. "Where did she go?" he asked Janetta. Janetta shrugged. "I'd better go find her," he decided, already jumping over the rail that "held back" the fans. (These things are pretty flimsy, you should see them)
"I wouldn't advise that, sir," the body guard warned.
"Ya, well I'm sick of listening to everybodies 'adviseries,'" Nick told the man. "I'm gonna go do something I wanna do for once."
Michelle watched Lindsey walk quietly away from the scene that she had caused. She followed Lindsey to where she stopped, which was just outside the door. As soon as Lindsey halted, Michelle started in on her. "Well, I hope you're real goddamned happy," Michelle said.
"Actually, I'm not," Lindsey told her, all the fight out of her now. Lindsey figured that after the manditory temporary break down, she would feel fine, and that break down was comin faster with every word that Michelle threw at her. Michelle was not expecting such a guilty response.
"Well, um, good," Michelle said, at a loss for words. "Because you know you probably just got us banned for life from here." Lindsey only nodded before bursting into tears.
"I'm so sorry," Lindsey blubbered as Michelle wrapped her arms around her friend. "I really didn't meant to cause so much trouble, honest. I don't even know why I did that. I can't believe that I DID do it, I feel so guilty. What do I do? Jay (janetta) and Cissy are gonna be so pissed off at me! And that guy I yelled at! Oh man I'm so upset I can't even remember his name. What the hell is wrong with me today??"
"PIS," Michelle told her.
"Pre Insanity Syndrome?" Lindsey asked with a weak smile. Michelle laughed, mostly because she had guessed it on the first try. They did things like that a lot.
"Well, I must admit," Michelle told her. "It's the worst one I've ever seen you pull, including the ones you have with me."
"Those ones are pretty bad," Lindsey said, wiping away a few tears, finally finished crying. Michelle gave a short laugh.
"You think I don't know that??" Michelle threw back. "Oh, I know that for sure!!"
"OMG! Here comes that guy I was fighting with!" Lindsey exclaimed, ducking behind Michelle into a corner. Michelle willingly hid her friend.
"His name is Nick," Michelle told her. Nick heard his name and noticed Michelle standing conspicuously in her corner. He walked over to her a little amused.
"Have you seen a girl, about ohhhh 5'7, average weight, dark hair and-- what colour were her eyes again? Shit, right, a really weird purple colour. You couldn't miss her eyes, trust me. Man were they pretty." Lindsey tried her best not to burst out laughing. 'Good actor,' she thought.
"Nope, sorry, just saw her running away like a wussy," Michelle told him. Lindsey wished she could punch her friend without being noticed.
"I thought you two were friends," he said, picking up on the put down.
"Us? Ya right, I use her for her car. Actually, I don't like her. She's such a bitch. You know what she was doing out there with you?" Michelle added. Nick nodded. "She does that all the time, with anybody who will fight back!"
A light in Nick's eyes seemed to dim while all he said was, "oh." Michelle was shocked. She had just been messing around with his head, doing what she normally did to anybody, as well as trying to protect Lindsey, and she knew for a fact that Lindsey wasn't offended. She could feel Lindsey laughing behind her.
"I WAS JOKING!!" Michelle exclaimed, waving her hands in the air unconsciously. "She's nothing like that! OMG I can't believe you believed me! She doesn't even DRIVE for goodness sakes. How could I use her for her car?" The light in Nick's eye had returned and he was actually kind of laughing at Michelle's disbelief. Jay and Cissy walked out of the arena where the show had been held.
"We should probably go now or my mom will get mad at me for being late," Jay told Michelle. "Where's Lindsey?" Michelle made a few sm gestures, trying to tell Jay where Lindsey was. Jay looked at her, not understanding, so Michelle made a few more. Jay still didn't understand, so she made many, very obvious gestures that even Nick got, clearing her throat a lot and glancing toward her back many times. Finally, she gave up.
"She's right behind me!!!" Michelle exclaimed, stepping away from the wall. She turned, but Lindsey was nowhere to be seen. "What the fu-" Michelle began.
"Oh man," Jay said, shaking her head. "Well, let's go find her. She can't have gotten far."