𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝗟𝗼𝘄 𝗞𝗲𝘆 (𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹)

~ Somewhere in 1991 ~

"I don't blend in here, I really wished you would've given me a heads up"

"What do you mean you don't blend in, look at you and look at everyone else you are fine y/n"

"Trish in case you need to get your eyes checked I'm the only black person in here"

Seeing her look around again she sighs in defeat how right I am and turns back to me

"Well that just means you have good taste in music to explore your options. Look it doesn't matter that you're on the scale of a different ethnicity, just try to look at the positive of this"

"And that would be ?"

"We get to witness a kickass band"

"A band you chose I wanted to stay in"

"How are you gunna explore your horizon of musical taste if you don't even give the band a chance"

"Look I'll give it a shot but don't expect me to be in love with them by the end of this show. What are they called again ?"

"Soundgarden"

"Oh this outta be good, they gunna sing about plants and Mother Nature ?"

"No they actually sing about real stuff and their songs aren't bad"

Not really paying attention to her I follow her to the crowd and stand waiting for the show to begin. Seeing everyone come out I notice the slot for center stage is unoccupied still

"Is this it or are we expecting a singer ?" doting my head to Trish

"He'll be out he's usually the last to enter stage, oh there he is" she excitedly points

"Is this the guy who's face is on your wall ?"

"You've been in my room ?!"

"Oh that's the shocker we're talking about ? You have a grown ass man hanging from your ceiling above your bed girl damn that's crazy"

"Well can you blame me, look at him" following her hand I see she has a valid point but still it's weird

"Have it your way, let's see if they're as good as you put them on a pedestal" huffing facing forward

After the show

"So you enjoyed them ?" she smirks

"They were okay, but I still would've preferred home. So can we go home now my legs and feet hurt from standing so much"

"Just let me use the bathroom I've been holding it for a long time" she wanders off leaving me alone

"Haven't ever seen you here before" turning left seeing some guy oh jeez he's not even remotely cute

"Not my usual scene" trying to get him to leave me alone

"Well what is your usual scene" hearing his voice get huskier

"Home, back up damn"

"Don't wanna party with the boys princess, oh I get it not into the white boys huh ?"

"Not my ideal type but no just not into you white boy now leave me the hell alone" walking away from him but he follows anyways still talking

"C'mon baby I got jungle fever and only you can cure it"

Jesus Christ what the hell is his deal, as funny as that was it's still creepy to hear

Walking through and between people they visibly catch onto what's happening and some even laugh at his remarks as if I'm enjoying being followed. Getting closer to a small area away from everyone and hopefully him I'm stopped by an arm and a chest