12- Sentence Short Story

Nathan and I we’re obsessed, we had the band’s shirts, we had the band’s albums, we knew the names, we knew everything there was to know. We had done everything, except seem them perform live. Now that their tour was destined for The Village, a small venue in Little Rock, it was our time to strike. Then we had to get by our authoritative figure, who we couldn’t seem to get past by any means, bribe past, argue past, whine past, or fight past. So we would just have to sneak past. Hardly easy. We told him we were at a friends house and we drove to little rock and called him often and got there and back fast and did so in a hurry. Many shows are good, but this one was grand. Blown were our minds. Was it worth the risk? The risk of anger, of disappointment, of arguing, of punishment? The spontaneous jams, unpredictable covers, cultured crowd,and intense environment made this concert completely worth any risk.