The One About Music …
Okay, here’s more stuff I wrote for the creative nonfiction writing class. I’m a little older (somewhere in my mid-20s — I think) in the photo than I was when the things I wrote about happened. But here we go.
Also, this is the highly-edited version of the events. I had 13 minutes to write about an experience I had involving music. So, I wrote about the weird way I managed to get to an Alice Cooper concert when I was 17.
I wrote a longer version that not only took longer than 13 minutes, but exceeded the maximum word count.
So, here’s the edited version. I’ll run the unedited version next week for comparison. I’d love to hear your thoughts on either one. Or both. Or neither, if you’re not into the whole commenty thing. 🙂
All right, then. *deep breath* Here we go:
The concert was at the Cap Center. I was 17 and a huge Alice Cooper fan. I was going with my sister and her friend, both of them 13.
We were supposed to go by bus, but it never came. Along with us, a woman and her daughter were also waiting. Eventually, the mom offered us a ride. Seemed harmless.
However, I was on my guard.
My worries about riding with strangers probably started after an experience I had while hitchhiking in DC.
Not long after I get in, the guy pulls his dick out and starts jerking off. While driving. In traffic. In a convertible with the top down. In DC.
Okay, back to Alice Cooper.
Our driver aimed the car toward the Capital Beltway, got on, and just kept going. And going.
As I recall, the mother-daughter duo up front was arguing vociferously. At some point, it became obvious we needed to turn around.
Off we went-me staring out the window, pissed off as all get out. I have no idea what my sister and her friend were up to. Maybe we spoke, at some point. Probably.
The two up front seemed to keep up a non-stop conversation. A loud one.
Through some miracle, we finally did make it to the Cap Center. I recall leaping out of the car and racing to catch up with my sister and her friend, who were bouncing along ahead of me.
I wonder if I ever thanked the woman who managed to get us there so late?
Anyhow, turned out that all we missed was the opening act. We arrived just in time to see the band we’d come to see take the stage.
THE END
And here’s a favorite of mine! 🙂 Still!
PS: Gee, can you guess where I deleted a large part of this?
It’s not nearly as awful as you probably think. 🙂
PPS: Here’s another (more recent) story about me. Still kickin’. 🙂
Originally published at http://randomandsundrythings.wordpress.com on September 2, 2022.
