Buzz met Darla at the 7/11 and his heart started pounding as Darla came through the doors with a plate of nachos to go, a “Big Gulp” of coca-cola and a new smashing outfit for tonight’s big rock show. She was wearing a tight fitting mini skirt with convenient zippers up the sides and a white silky tank top, which fit tightly over her large succulent breasts. Buzz liked what he saw and took another swig of Old Crow before Darla got to his car. She did not like Buzz when he was buzzed. Soon she would not like him at all.
Their seats at the rock show were spectacular. First row on the side of the stage, almost even with the PA wing with a span of about eight feet between them and the stage. The opening act sucked but it was good for Buzz because the lights were low and it was a chance, in his increasing drunkenness, to paw Darla’s top and attempt to grab onto the objects of his desire. But soon the music was over, and the lights came back up.
Darla liked the set change. She liked looking at the roadies and their passes swinging from their necks; the tangled hair and boastful confidence. She thought maybe she would talk to one someday, ask what the road was really like. She was thinking about their freewheeling lifestyle as she moved Buzz’s now unsteady hands away from her perfect tits as the house lights went down and the rock stars came on stage. Buzz was thrown into a panic, arms outstretched with pinky and index finger extended in a vermin salute. The shows excitement level increased and soon Buzz, in his intoxicated condition thought he could make the leap, the jump into stardom and onto the big rock stage. He had friends that had tried, had even made it, and they get to give the salute on stage! Then they just get thrown back into the same mess.
Unfortunately for Buzz, alas for many teenagers trying to make the leap into manhood, he fell short of his intended destination, crashing madly into the guitar pit on stage left, and then power voming onto the carpet. Buzz was finished for this rock show. Darla, afraid that she would be stuck without a ride home, ultimately embarrassed by Buzz’s final flight, and curious as to his quick departure, climbed through the crowd and amidst the confusion right into the very pit Buzz had just so horribly trashed, and where the guitar roadie was feverishly trying to deal with this most recent vermin attack. That’s where Darla, sweat dripping down her chest and into her cleavage, saw the guitar roadie. Their eyes locked and he motioned her closer, into the pit, into the loud music, and into the very bowels of the big rock show.