"Come on Randy. It's going to be fun!" Nina whines as she tries to pull me off of my hotel bed.
"Nina, I really don't want to go to any parties here in L.A." I answered while groaning in pain. "It's too noisy. It's too loud and crowded. And, I'm sick. Like really really sick." I explained.
"First of all, that's what parties are for. Second, we're all going to college after this summer, we need to get ready for more parties to come. And three, you're totally fine!" Nina says sarcastically as she puts on her mascara.
I sigh..
My friends were all into parties and I don't even know why in hell we became friends in the first place. In high school, people would always ask why I became friends with them since I don't even physically belong in their circle. I think it all started in liking the same things but even if people questioned the friendship I had with them throughout in high school, I enjoyed their company.
I even heard that they were only keeping me because I looked nerdy and pretty girls in high school always needs to have an ugly friend to make them stand out. I didn't really mind it.
But despite our attitude and personality differences, we had the same interest on one thing.
Satellite Patrol, the biggest band on the planet and have been often subject to fan hysteria.
They propelled to global success by social media and had topped charts in most major markets and generated big hit singles since they came out. They are so popular all over the world and broke history when their first four albums debuted at number one.
Satellite Patrol's first tour two years ago was the highest—grossing concert tour, the highest—grossing tour by a band in history next to The Beetles and the 12th highest—grossing concert tour of all time grossing $320.8 million.
They are the best—selling band of all time having sold a total of 90 million records worldwide. They won 250 awards from awards' shows and won a lot of females' hearts all over the world. Forbes ranked them as the second highest—earning celebrities in the world in three consecutive years.
"Jeez Rands!" Beth chimes while shaking her head. "We're here to have fun for this vacation. We've saved up for this trip for an entire year. Now don't be a party—kill."
"I'm not." I defended myself.
"Yeah you are. You missed that SatPat concert we attended yesterday 'cause of that stupid tummy ache and no one would ever." She scolds me.
I did feel a little disappointed that I missed it.
"I mean…" She continues. "Miss out something as huge as a Satellite Patrol concert over a stupid tummy ache."
"I would still go there no matter what." Beth chimes. "Even it means I'd shit on where I am seated or even if I am on my deathbed, I would still go."
I chuckles softly as I thought to myself how would you be able to enjoy a concert when you're sick?
"Exactly my point!" Nina seconded. "You had to sell your ticket and miss the fun. Now don't tell me you're not going with us for a party tonight. You're always such a bummer, you know."
"I'm not!" The more defensive I am, the more I realize that I've always been a party—kill. All those times they asked me to party with them, I always had had reasons to miss it. Both intentional and unintentional, of course. Well, I have had my fair share of excuses here and there.
But for the record, I was terribly sick last night and I was having a deadly tummy ache which caused me multiple trips to the bathroom the entire day and night. Scallops, it had to be that fresh scallops. Curse those scallops I had for dinner, now I missed my chance to meet the ultimate love of my life, Landon Thompson. He's the drummer of SatPat and the best drummer in all over the globe. I even told my dad to buy me front row tickets but I had to sell it because I don't want to embarrass myself and poop in my pants.
Talk about bad luck.
"And we're going back to New York tomorrow afternoon. Lighten up! College is starting in just a week." Beth jumps to my bed.
I stare at my two friends who were all wearing such skimpy sparkly dresses and high heels, showing off their belly, with heavy make up plastered on their faces. They look mature for their age but I guess it's a trend now. They both looked beautiful to be honest and I know I'm nowhere near them that's for sure. I would probably wear anything I could grab comfortable from my closet and definitely not like these.
I glanced at my watch, and it was already eleven in the evening which makes me think that the night is still young for teens like me. Usually, back in New York, I would spend most of my time reading books all about nursing and being a healthcare provider.
Yes, yes, boring I know. We all have ways to cope up with boredom okay?
I have always wanted to be a nurse and that's what I'm taking up in college this fall. I want to prepare myself in advance once I get to medical school that's why I've been reading different great books for my course.
