Asher

The cool autumn breeze pushes your hair around as you stand outside the large house in front of you, staring at the two story brick home. It looms over the yard, lights shining around it. The home of one of your classmates that is throwing a ‘party’ but from the looks and sounds of it though you would call it more of a rager than party. Your friends (that begged you to come to this thing) come up behind you, grabbing your wrist pulling you towards the house. Shriveled dead leaves crunch under your feet as you stumble forward with their tugging. You huff but follow behind them, walking up the cobblestone sidewalk and approaching the front door. Your friends and you follow a string of people who are filing into the house. You feel your mouth go dry and your heart flip as soon as you step inside. It’s packed with people. The music booms around you as you try your best to push through the crowd of people, going where exactly? You had no idea, just away from all these people. As you get closer to the main room of the house you realize that the music is so loud because it’s a live band. Whoever threw this party has way too much money. You want to get away from all the ruckus but your rooted in place as you stand on the edge of the crowd, your eyes glued to band that is performing. Their music has a pop-punk sound to it, loud but people can still dance to it. Your eyes find the lead guitarist and feel your entire body still. His large hands move so fast across frets, playing the song without any mistakes from what you can tell. The focused look on his face makes you want to be closer to him for some reason. But the look in his blue eyes as he plays is eternal, almost beautiful. You’re so consumed you barely notice the people bumping and grinding around you. Until you feel something wet splash your back. You gasp and whip your head around, now face to face with a drunk guy that’s way too close for comfort. He’s slurring his words and inching closer to you.