Yo estaba detrás de algo por una cadena. Fue mi micrófono bebé.

I was trying to see my buddy's show in this basement space.  We were lounging around against a brick wall and talking about what we write about.  "I write about music and I write to you," he said.  I wanted to ask him about it but I didn't.  "I write all the time," I said.

I left and went to a toy store where people were pointing toy guns at each other and looking cool.  When I went back to the venue there were three huge dudes with long stringy hair in ponytails and wearing black taking the cover charge.  A chalkboard sign said entry was 35 dollars.  I didn't recognize any of the band names.  One of the names had far too many "l'"s and one might have included "chicken."

Geez louise.  35 dollars.  A lot of the kids from the toy store were going in.  But I didn't even see the name of my friend's band on the board.  All of a sudden a blonde guy came up and said he had to show me something in the lobby.  I figured he was with one of the other bands and was going to take me down the back staircase to the basement thus evading the fee.  But I guess there was no back stairway.

Instead we stood on the corner in the nighttime air, next to a stop sign and two cute girls who put their arms around him.

"Thirty-five dollars is simply unheard of," I sighed.  "Unless it's like Weezer or somebody."

"Weezer," they all laughed.

I didn't know what to do so I went down a dark staircase.  I was trailing something, like a tail, but heavier.  It was the microphone I'd been given, the little one that travels well.

Earlier I'd been in a smoking lounge working when boys in matching company sweatshirts came in.  The sweatshirts were blue with white letters.  Maybe there was a polar bear.

"He'd like to speak with you," said Sweatshirt 1.

"I'd rather not.  Please leave," said I.

"Lauren.  What's that guys name again?  Your ex?  Anyway, he needs to chill out so we can just talk," said Sweatshirt 2, a much-loathed acquaintance.

"Actually, it's not his fault.  I just don't want to talk to you.  I have nothing to say to you.  I don't like you."

I think he whined a little more and I left.  Wandering around trying to go to movie theaters with my travelling bag.  People in cool bands tried to help me out.

A girl with short cute black hair with a paper crown on her head said we could go out for Valentine's Day.  I took her arm, delighted.