The Boy at the Concert

My college roommates managed to drag me away from studying finals to see a band playing in the city. I wasn?t enthused as the only breaks I took during studying were spent eating, using the bathroom, or masturbating, all of which took less than 15 minutes.Worse even, my friends didn?t tell me anything about the band, not even the genre. I later learned this was because it was my least favorite type of music: punk rock.See, I grew up as a country boy and hardly listened to anything besides country or gospel. Lucky me, I got stuck rooming with Dylan, a full-on metal head and Marky, a guy who listens to the Misfits exclusively.The venue they brought me to was dank, dimly lit and covered in a variety of stains. I instantly felt uncomfortable, not just because of the various smells, but because everyone isvecbahis looked so much bigger than me. I was pretty short for a guy my age but had never been around so many people that were mostly over 6ft. Even many of the women were just short of 6ft. At 5ft 6in with a small frame, I was a bit intimidated to say the least.?Why would you guys bring me here?? I asked.?You need a night to let everything out, Cole, and sorry but you can?t do that with country music,? said Dylan with a slight laugh.I rolled my eyes, then walked to the bar and grabbed a beer. The first band were doing their sound check as I waited. The first song started off slow, so I thought that maybe the concert wouldn?t be that bad. Then, they guitarist began playing this loud and fast riff that blasted through my ears isveçbahis giriş so badly I had to step outside while holding my ears.I exited the back entrance to a wooden deck covered in cigarette butts. I thought I was alone a first and would actually get a moment of peace. Then, I noticed the was someone leaning against the back wall. He was this tall, thin white guy with a curly-haired mohawk with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. He smiled at me and smiled back before realizing that I still had my ears covered.?Not your kind of music?? he asked with a smile.?Uh, not really,? I said as I lowered my hands.?Yeah, I can tell,? he replied, looking me up-and-down.I was wearing a striped polo and khaki shorts that usually didn?t make me stick out in a crowd, but I think I was the isveçbahis yeni giriş only one at the venue not wearing all black that night.?I didn?t know a uniform was required,? I replied, hoping that I didn?t sound like too much of a dick.He smiled again, slightly curling his pink top lip over his teeth. ?I?m Sean,? he said, then started approaching me. He got much closer to me than I expected, standing just a few inches from my body. He was much taller than I expected, standing at least six inches above me. I could now see his eyes were bright green and he had a slight bit of dark stubble on his face. I caught a whiff of beer and cigarettes as he leaned in.?Want one?? he asked, holding a cigarette in front of my face.?Uh, I?m okay.?He cocked at me and said, ?You seem tense.??Just not really used to this kind of scene.?He got closer, our bodies almost touching and said, ?What is your scene???Uh, my dorm room,? I said with a slight laugh. ?Studying and playing soft contemporary rock or country music is my idea of a good night.?