Friday 4th September – 6:30 PM – Club – Outfit
※ Mood: Surprised - Chilled- Nervous
※ Listening To: Pink Floyd
※ With: Jamie
She sang along quietly but passionately to herself trying really hard not to look at Jamie too much and totally give her emotions away. Honestly, she didn't even worry about Nate and Ellie again because they were Nate and Ellie, they'd never lasted more than day without one another around and her Mother was inevitable and the physical pain was temporary. In that moment where she was just happily fighting not to get crushed in the small but respectable and growing mosh pit.
It was kind of funny, despite being at home this was probably one of the most dangerous locations she put herself in close compact with older men, drunk people, high and stoned people but she'd never really felt so secure and stable.
Music.
It was music, although she didn't create it but rather amplified it through movement- it was her driving force, just like it was for the band on stage that night and she silently thanked for them for that small movement of hope they'd brought to her.
Friday 4th September 6:30 PM– Club – Outfit
※ Mood: Chilled – Light - Content – Upbeat
※ Listening To: Way Away - Yellowcard
※ With: Ellie
He'd forgotten about the cut till Ellie said about it, his initial instinct was to brush it off but he knew better. He stepped forwards and walked over to her, tilting his head so she could see; "Is it bad?" He asked quietly.