Skye's Post

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I would post a link to the original, but it seems (s)he's deactivated her/his account.

So, apparently, I'm supposed to do this little blog post thingy. Not too sure what I'm supposed to say, though. I've never done one of these things before. So, excuse me if I do it wrong or whatever.

I'm sure you usually read this blog looking for writing advice, but don't look for any of that from me. You could take what I know about writing and stick in a pen cap...and it would still rattle if you shook it. So yeah, I don't know too much about all that writing jazz.

So, I guess I should tell you a little about myself, huh? I'm Skye Hatton and I was a pretty normal seventeen-year-old for a while there. I've got an annoyingly adorable little brother named Ashton--he's five--and a few close friends.

Uhh...what the hell else am I supposed to say here? Jeez...I wish Kay'd given me a script for this stupid thing. I'm gonna waste a whole day coming up with something to say and it's gonna be all her fault.

Ugh. Anyway, I'm seventeen and up until a little while ago, I was living a fairly normal life with my brother and my granddad. My parents...aren't...around, but it's cool. I can take care of myself...and everyone else. But that's cool, too. I've got everything under control. Well...most of the time, anyway. Lately, things have been a little uh...hectic.

But I don't wanna talk about any of that junk here. It'd just bring the mood down, and no one wants that, right?

So uh...I've still got a bit of space to fill. Jeez, y'know what? I'm gonna kick Kay in the ass when I'm done with this. Really. She just pushes me to the keyboard and says, "Type," and expects me to do a little impromptu show for you guys. I'm not a dancing monkey, people. And I don't do well with improv.

Whatever--whatever. It's all good. I've got this. I'll tell you about this time Kelvin (that's one of those friends I mentioned, by the way) and I snuck into The Blues House (and that's the local venue) about a year ago. It was my sixteenth birthday and I wanted to hit up the venue and see a couple concerts. The only problem? Kelvin and I are always flat broke...or I am, anyway. Kelvin could've probably bummed some cash off his parents. But whatever, back on topic.

Kel and I were broke, but it was my birthday and I wanted to see a show. So I set up a babysitter for Ash and we drove out to The Blues House. After a little ol' fashioned investigating, we found out there was a window in one of the bathrooms. Why someone would put a window in a bathroom is totally beyond me. (Voyeurism, anyone?)

Anyway, after we found the window, all we had to do was convince someone to open it up for us. I skulked around out front for a little while before finally running into a familar face. Eric, my neighbor, was also cruising concerts that night. Buuuuuut...he was already shit faced from the party he'd just left.

Go freaking figure, huh?

I said something like, "Can you get us in? All you gotta do is open the bathroom window for us."

In usual sloppy-drunk Eric fashion, he sputtered this weird half-laugh half-hicup and said, "Sure t-think...thing...think...something. Haha. I ju...just gotta open a winda, right?"

I should have guessed right then this wasn't going to work, but I really, really wanted to see a show before going home. So I ran through the plan with him a few more times and sent my stumbling neighbor in to complete his mission.

I went back around to the back of the building to wait with Kelvin. It was dark and cold and smelled like hot ass wraped in wet dog. But we just stood there, shivering and breathing through our mouths. We stood...and stood...and stood. For nearly an hour and a half.

I finally got Eric on his cell phone and reminded him we were waiting at around eleven o'clock. When Kelvin and I got inside, we flew through the bathroom doors and shot out into the club, greeted by the musk of cigarettes and sweat. The band on stage was in the middle of an awesome song. We screamed and bounced and rocked out.

For a total of two minutes.

The set was over. The bands were done playing and the club was closing for the night. Just my luck, huh? It's my birthday and I spend all night hunched in a back ally waiting for my drunk ass of a neighbor to open a stupid window. Looking back on it, I can't help but laugh a little. If I'd been smart, I would've just bummed enough cash off the people out front to buy my way inside. Eh...

But I didn't go home completely empty-handed that night. Eric felt so bad for leaving us hanging outside, he called a friend of his--Cesar, I think--and told him to get his band together. They played a special show for the three of us. It was pretty great until Cesar's parents ran us off.

Yeah, it was a pretty interesting night. Oh...well, I gotta go make a snack for Ashton. Hope this was mildly entertaining for you guys.