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TITLE: Behold My Heart Chapter One: The Prelude I gotta be honest, I never thought I'd meet a guy like Max California. And of all places, at a rock concert! My friend, Jenna, had somehow managed to get backstage passes for this band called Hard Spank, and I thought, heck, I'll take a night off to go to the concert with her. I might even meet a guy. Jenna swung by my place at about 8 o'clock to pick me up. When she arrived at my apartment, she was dressed for a night on the town. She wore white jeans with a baby blue tank top, and let her long, blond hair hang down her back. She wore black, platform-heeled sandals. "Jenna," I said, "You're not dressed for a concert at all." "I know, I'm dressed for a party," she answered, smiling. "I plan to meet someone at the concert that is going to a party afterward. It shouldn't be too hard. I've heard that all the people who go to these concerts have crazy parties afterward, and I want to get stoned." I sighed. "Fine. But I guess that means I'll have to walk home." Jenna started to protest, but I said it was okay because I lived fairly close. A nice walk after a crowded concert might be nice. "I like your outfit," Jenna commented. I was adorned in my metallic silver pleather pants and my black pleather halter top, polished off with my black boots. I wore my black spiked collar and small studs in each of my seven ear piercings. I had in my lucky tongue ring, which had a black ball that screwed on top. I also had in my black belly button ring, which was a spiral with a star the lodged in my belly button. Last but not least, I had my (fake) red hair, which was shoulder-length, twisted up into two spiked buns on top of my head. "Why aren't you wearing any make-up?" Jenna asked. I took no time answering. "Because I think a guy should like you for what you really look like, not the facade we so often present." "With all that philosophical crap you say, you'll never get a guy." She retorted playfully. "Shut up!" I said, smacking her with a nearby pillow. "Let's hit the road." |