It had been six long months since Anthony bought tickets to see his favorite band, the Aquateers, live in concert; today was finally the day. Anthony had never been more excited for anything in his life. He worked significantly more hours over the past summer than any healthy high school freshman should, and all of his earnings went towards this one ticket. But it was not just any ticket, it had three letters written across it that made it special, “V-I-P”. This meant that in less that 5 hours, Anthony would be standing back stage with the members of the Aquateers. He watched the clock tick and tock in his class room, but his mind had wandered far beyond the walls of the school.
Anthony is late to his concert due to LA traffic on the 405. Fuck traffic.
Anthony is upset because he missed the opportunity to meet the band before the show. So he waits and enjoys the show from the side of the stage. He is living his dream, and he is only 4 songs away from being face to face with his favorite musicians of all time. The show ends, the band walks off the stage dripping with sweat. Anthony eagerly approaches them with an extended hand. The singer tosses Anthony a half drank water bottle as a souvenir, which splashes in his face.
“There you go kid, that’s the most you’re going to get out of us after a show like that,” the singer says as he pulls out a bag of cocaine.