[Jewl]: 440.Jewl's Short Stories.The Concert

The hot sweaty bodies pressed all against me, the bass rattling my teeth, has nothing to do with what I come to the concert for. I’m here for the music. Though I can’t see anything except for those darn people! They’re screaming and cheering and jumping idiotically. My height is a slight problem, seeing as almost everyone there is taller, so if I have to see my band, I’m going to need to get up front. But how?
I decide to do something quite original. Laughing, I climb up on top of one of the ground speakers. Scanning the sea of bodies, I locate my best friend. But how to get to her... I think. Then a sweet, sweet grin appears on my face. I find the idea lodged in my mind from some years past when I had to get someone else’s attention in a crowd - lesser than this, but still an admirable gathering - when there was too much noise. I stand up on the speaker so everyone can see me, some of them turn, and instead of multi-colored hair I find eyes. I pick up my whistle hidden in my pocket, and blow as hard as I can. EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. In the crowd, turns to me. The band stops, and looks at me. Their faces make me feel like I’m a crazy teenager standing on a huge speaker. Which, I remind myself, I am. The crowd parts as my friend flashes towards me. She grabs my ankle and yanks me off the speaker, muttering in my ear something about biggest embarrassment of her life. Anyway, something not important. I grin sheepishly, blushing to my toes. She drags me away through the masses of bodies crushing against me that start to jump as the music starts up again, with a reminder after the song to “the girl on the stereo” to keep living large. I smile as the people turn to face me once more, smiling and clapping. I smile proudly as my best friend keep dragging me by the back of my shirt collar, folding my arms and giving a wink to the huge crowd, like I was the rock star they had come to see.