The Other Side

The Concert

"Can you remind me again why I agreed on going to a concert of some guy that I know only one song from him?" I asked my friend, Patty, who literally forced me to go to a concert in Vienna, which was like 4 hours' drive from our hometown.

"Listen, I will drive, you will just be a passenger princess and enjoy the ride, okay? And you will looove the concert, I promise!" she started bragging about her taste in music. I looked at her a little bit skeptically and prepared myself mentally for the upcoming completely wasted hours of my life.

"You have everything? Do you have the tickets?" I asked Patty and she waved with the tickets and put them to her purse.

"Yeah I have everything. We can go." She grabbed her car keys and we left our apartment.

We started our journey to Vienna to see 'the greatest singer of all times' and I felt like I could sleep all the way there. I always feel stressed and anxious when I have to step out of my comfort zone and do something that requires mental strength. I hate being exposed to new situations, as I don't know what to expect from them.

When we parked our car near the sport arena where the concert was held, I saw all the people. The huge amount of people and I got scared. I suddenly felt like there is no air for me to breathe. Patty looked at me enthusiastically but immediately changed her reaction to a worried one.

"You okay?" She asked me because she knew me too well to know that I hate being around people and that I always get anxious.

"Yeah I'm fine. Let's go," I said as I took my purse and got out of the car. Patty locked the car and we walked towards the building. The coldness of February night hit our faces and it helped me a little to calm down.

We waited in the line to check in and to show our tickets. We were listening to some teens in front of us talking about their school crushes and we laughed at their naïve comments about boys.

"You should find someone, too. You know, I will not be there for eternity and someone has to take care of you. You can't end up having twenty cats!" Patty laughed hard and I just rolled my eyes at her comment.

"Well that's why I'm here. Lewis Capaldi is waiting for me to marry me," I retorted and laughed, too.

"Nooo! He's mine! You don't even know him," she said while looking for the tickets in her purse.

"Good evening, ladies, please, put your stuff on the x-ray and show me your purses," a tall man said and we did as he asked us. Patty then gave me my ticket and I scanned it and was free to go. We looked around the big hall and started to look for the entrance to our seats. After twenty minutes, we finally found it and also our seats.

"I will go to the toilet and you will stay here to keep an eye on our things? Then you can go to the toilet and I will stay here, okay?" I asked Patty.

"Yeah, sure, I like this band so I will enjoy it," she shouted at me as the support band started to play. I smiled at her and started to look for the toilets. I went through our entrance, saw all the people, and got a little sick. Fuck, I should have taken that wine they offered me.

I continued walking through the hall and found a board with an arrow so I assumed that the toilets are this way. I opened the door and was kicked in the face by the cold breeze. I heard a loud bang as the door closed behind me.

"Fuck!" I said as I realized there was a door knob and not a handle so I can't open the door again. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a while. The moment I opened them, they were already adjusted to the darkness that filled this room or whatever this was. I looked around and couldn't see much but I could hear very clearly. And I didn't like that. I heard someone breathing. Or something.