I can’t sit still. I can’t. I just can’t. It’s teasing me. Silly little inanimate object. How can that one, silly little piece of paper have me going insane? Well, not so much “Insane” as incredibly, undeniably, irrevocably excited. I hold it up close to my face and read the words again. A little shiver at every printed letter. I know what you’re thinking. It’s not a sappy little letter from some daft unrequited love. No. It’s so, so much better. My fingertips are getting sweaty, I better put this down before I smudge the ink. Oh. God. Only a few more days. Less than a month. LESS. THAN. A. MONTH. I can’t breathe. I’m going to scream. Like, literally scream. Blow-the-windows-out kind of screaming. Its so close. They’re so close. One little rectangle of card. That’s what my life depends on right now. Oh, Sweaty fingertips, curse you. I want to hold it again. I.. Urgh! I’ve never felt the compulsion to actually hug a piece of paper before. Now I do. I want to hug it. Scoop it up and just hold it. It is real, isn’t it? I’m not going to pinch myself, that’s ridiculous… Well, maybe I have to, just to make sure this is actually happening.
Okay, It’s definitely real. And definitely, definitely worth the pain. I don’t want to touch it with my hands so clammy, I might crumple the corner or something, this has to stay absolutely, one-hundred percent flawless. I’m actually excited just looking at it… I wonder what it smells like? …Paper. I’m actually a tiny bit surprised, I was expecting it to smell of sheer happiness. Eeek! I’m touching it. Better put it back on the table before it gets all finger-printy. I don’t want to. Oh, I don’t want this thing to leave my hand. My passport to happiness. I want to just… I can’t even describe, this is killing me. A whole month?! A whole… one, two… twenty nine days. Oh god. That’s not that much. In fact, that’s barely any! It’s going to drag. So. Much. It’s going to feel like a year. I don’t even know for definite that this is happening yet. I have to be calm, relax. Oh who am I kidding?! Get me to the damn place right now! And get them here too! They’re name’s even beautiful on the bloody thing. I love it. I love the piece of bloody paper. It’s not even the main event and I want to keep it for the rest of my life. I will keep it for the rest of my life. I really, really HAVE to go. I’ll go on my own if I have to… if she can’t get… No. I have to think positively. It’s going to happen. I’m going to get to Edinburgh. I’m going to stop outside that hall and I’m going to see them. They’re going to be in the same room as me. Oh, god, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to be sharing their air. I don’t care how creepy that makes me sound. Oh, I have to pinch myself again, this is ridiculous.
Well, at least I’m still alive, and I haven’t just died and gone to heaven.
IMAGINE! Imagine I met them afterwards!
I would burst into tears. I’m crying just thinking about it.
They’re so… So…
I love them. Unquestionably.
My pretty little concert ticket…
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