Room 132

The channels quickly changed, as I flipped through the channels, not even watching what was on. On the floor my dad, Lou was laying on our big, light green beanbag strumming his acoustic along to a tune in his head. Pretty soon he switched to reading the news paper. After about five to ten minutes, he turned to me and asked, “Dylan, would you like to go to this concert, as your birthday present from me?” He held the news paper up to my face with his finger pointing at a black and white picture, in the bottom right corner. In bold white letters it read, Anger Managment Tour 3, tickets soon on sail. Above the lettering, it featured Eminem, Lil’ Jon, and 50 Cent (rappers), and a couple music icons. As soon as I was done registering what he had just asked, I was filled with joy.

I jumped up and shouted, “Yes!” Which was quickly followed by hundreds of thanks you’s and I love you’s.

“Alright then,” he said, “but I’ll hae to check with Jennifer to see if it’s alright to go.” While those words rolled off of his tongue the joy suddenly vanished. I was dreading my mom’s final descision. This went on for a few days, because my dad kept “forgetting” to ask her. Finally, he did. She swiveed her chair back towards her desk and checked her calender and said it would be fine, but that she warned against it because I had a basketball camp to go to, the day after the concert night. Of course that didn’t stop me, I instantly said yes without so much as a second thought. A few days later we finally bought the heartily awaited for tickets.

Roughly a month or two after that day, it was the day before the concert. I stayed up late that night making mix cd’s for the car ride there.

Light filled my eyes, as i opened them. I glanced at the clock, it was a few after noon. I’m still amazed I didn’t have a seizure then my heart was beating so hard I could feel the pounding in my chest. I ran down the stairs, with my pants bairly on all the way. I searched for my parents…nothing. I dashed to the kitchen where I found a note laying on the counter telling me that my parents would be back from their brunch soon, and that I had slept to late so I missed it. And here I was expecting some big “concert day” breakfast. Grudgingly I poured some Rice Krispies into a glass bowl, then came some two percent milk, the usual. A warm feeling filled me as I took the first bite, and heard the snapping, crackling, and popping of my cereal. Eventually my parents came home and said my sister, Tess, was at a friends house for the majority of the day, and that my mother and her would most likely go out to eat, and rent a movie. I said that was fine, and that it didn’t really seem like I’d miss much action. Around four thirty my dad and I hopped in the car, we would have left later except it was a long drive and we were planning to get dinner on the way there. We had just passed federal way then my dad took a turn.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“You’ll see soon,” he answered back. He pulled into a store parking lot. I read a sign saying Gen-X. Weird I thought. However once I stepped inside my views totally changed, it was huge. Unfortunately neither of us had any spare money so I didn’t but anything. So we exited the building. Instead of getting in the car we just crossed the street and walked into McDonalds. You could smell the oil that the foods were being fried in, and see the workers in the back. Both me and my dad got three bugers and a large fries. We ate in the car. We devoured the devilishly good food in instants, no matter how unhealthy it may have been. We parked then entered the amphitheater, it was amazing. There were so many people covering the area. We didn’t have much time till it started so we bussled to our seats in the middle. The featured artists stepped up to the stage, The first act was Lil’ Jon, then 50 Cent and G-Unit, Then finished with Eminem. The sets for all of the arists we’re amazing. For Lil’ Jon’s, it was a bigger him moving around. For 50 Cent, and G-Unit’s it was a big burnt down Ney York, with all sorts of trap doors. Lastly, for Eminem’s it was a big hallway of doors that had different thing in each. We left one song early to avoid crowd traffic. The ride home was a slow one. So I popped in my mix i had made for the ride. After that it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. My eyes opened just as we returned home. I stepped into the door that evening, a very satisfied guy.