kids shivered outside the small venue, crowded around the tour bus hoping to catch a moment with the weary performers. they shivered, too, eyes red with beers and cigarettes tucked in their cold hands. still they posed for pictures, signing anything the kids thew at them. one pregnant teen squealed as a guy scribbled his name across her protruding belly. band members smiled widely, wrapping their arms around fans and joking like they all were old friends.
we finally got our chance to get close enough to one of the pale faced band members. his dark curls were hidden by a brown a blond haired mothered held out a t-shirt for him to sign.
"why the masks?" the mother asked.
his voice was raspy in a way that would make indie girls swoon. marked with an LA edge, a tone completely unique to all screamers. he mumbled out a response as he scribbled his name over the shirt. i watched his hand glide across the shirt, his name etched out across his face.
"your mask is awesome," i heard myself say.
he glanced up at me, tired eyes sparkling. "thanks"
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