I Should Have Gone to See My Chemical Romance.

Last Friday, one of my favorite musicians, Adam Green, came to town. Since his days as the better half of the Moldy Peaches he has become a fat jew in an ozzy osbourne jumpsuit, but yet, I love him (And, maybe out of retribution, so does most of Germany. ) This was to be my first time seeing him.

i WaS so ExCited as I rode the train into the big apple! It was gonna be a night to remember! I knew all his songs by heart! I had watched his zany performances on www.youtube.com over and over again! And here I was, finally going to see him in person. And here I was, finally going to make out with him.

Walking to the corner where I was to meet my friend, I hummed along to his songs playing out of my Apple iPod.

"I hAveN't bEeN tHiS eXcItEd tO seE a ShoW iN a LonG tImE!!!!!!" I told my friend. She fervently agreed, and we set out for Brooklyn. As we drew nearer and nearer to the venue I noticed a change come over me, slowly at first, but then stronger and stronger as if in waves. I wasn't just some stupid girl from westchester, I wasn't just "oUt to HaVe a GoOd tIme." I wasn't just there to talk to hot guys or to "gEt ToaSted." I wasn't just "human." I believe I was dancer.

Outside the venue were a couple of girls in spandex and heels smoking cigarettes. I looked down at my pleather booty shorts and thought, "i bElonG."

All confidence and natural charm, I walked up to the bouncer.
"I.D?" he said
with a smile and the faintest hint of a wink, i handed him my card. As I waited to be stamped in I mused, "MaN dO i EvEr LoOk gOoD toNigHt! AdAm GrEeN is MiNe. He'S MiNe. I'm His BiGgEsT Fa-"
"You can't come in here" said the bouncer, "You're not 21"
"bUt, BuT... I thOuGhT iT waS ALl aGeS!" I cried.
"No" he said coldly, "Read the sign."
The bouncer was a fat, fat man and I hated him.

An eruption of applause echoed through the venue halls, into which it seemed I never would tread. A girl strode past me, she too wearing Ammy Appy booty shorts. They seemed to sneer at me as she walked by.

NO. I would not let this happen. I would get in. I would fight. I loved Adam Green. I had come all this way and this fat, fat man would not stop me. I would flirt my way in. I took a deep breath, hiked up my shorts, stroked the bouncer's arm and mumured,
"cOmeOn PleAsE, i wOn'T tElL anYonE..."


Somewhere people sing and dance
somewhere lovers find romance
Somewhere there's a place for all sorts
for girls and boys in leather shorts.
Somewhere there's care and happiness
But as for me, one dark abyss.
the world, it crumbles. Michael J ackson, he died.
To the Adam Green show, I had been denied.



p.s
on the taxi ride back uptown, I ended up on taxicab confessions. talked about sex and the ghetto. whoops!