Part 1

So yeah... this is part one of hopefully a few installments. I just wanted to write somethig, so this is my attempt at a first person narrative. I know there are some issues with tense agreement and things of that nature, but this is just a draft, so for those who read it, I hope it's slightly enjoyable.



“Shit!” I cried to myself as I instantly jumped out of my bed at the sound of my polyphonic Beatles ring tone. I must have over slept as I franticly scoured my bed for damn device that dared to disturb my comfortable doze. After a few moments the annoy little bastard stop screaming and I found it wrapped up between my bright red sheets, only to realize that it was my mom calling.
What time is it? I slowly scratched my head and glanced to my flat black MacBook. In the top right corner of the screen, I managed to make out that it was eight o’ clock. Why the hell was she calling me this early? We had been over this particular issue a multitude of times, and there had not once been a reason to warrant her waking me up in the mornings. After sitting on my bed for a second, I collected my thoughts and decided to give her a call back.
I opened my phone and hit send send, and waited for the ring. Still upset, I was ready to let loose and give her every reason to never call before ten again.
“Hey kiddo,” she answered.
“Mom why w---“
“Do you want a three day pass?” she asked quickly. Oh fuck, today is Austin City Limits Festival. I had completely forgotten. The entire reason I had been awoken so seemingly abruptly was because I spent all night rolling spliffs with Mike for today.
“I mean yeah, I’m not gonna turn down a free three day pass,” I replied after a brief pause.
“Alright well come up to the office and I’ll give you the money,”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon,”
I hung up the phone and ran to the shower. I turned my stereo all the way up and started singing a long at the top of my lungs. Normally, I would have had some regard for the people on the other side of wall that my mom and I shared with our neighbors, but not today. Today was one of the best days that come all year long. It’s an annual holiday to my friends and I. Today is the first day of a three-day venture called Austin City Limits Music Festival.
Every year Zilker Park transforms into a wonderland of sorts. Surrounded by stages, it’s like a massive orgy of live music. With 3 days, 65,000 people, 126 bands, and 8 stages, it’s a recipe for one the best time a music lover can have.
After getting ready as fast as I could, I left the house, jumped in my car a drove as fast as my car would allow to my mom’s downtown office.
When I arrived there, I tried to regain my composure and contain my excitement. I coolly walked up the stairs to the third floor and saw my mom through the polished glass doors sitting at her desk. She handed me a folded wad of cash, mostly twenties, which amounted to one hundred and fifty dollars. She told me to meet the guy who had the spare ticket on the sixth floor of a bank building at Ninth and Congress.
Continuing on my journey, I headed further south towards what could be seen as the business district. Hotels and other various buildings tower above everything else in Austin, except maybe the UT Tower. Driving down congress, I’m dwarfed by these giants on both sides. With the capital dome in sight I reached Ninth Street and parked in front of the pizza joint across the street from my destination. Hopping out of my car, I saw a break in the traffic and jaywalked across.
Upon entering the building, I noticed a large golden elevator door and naturally walked straight to it. However, when I got inside and tried to choose my floor, there was not a choice for the sixth floor. Bewildered and a bit embarrassed, I left the elevator that had previously seemed so promising. After taking the stairs up, I noticed another elevator. I was a bit skeptical at first, but it didn’t seem to use the same shaft, so I step in. This time I had no problems and went straight to the sixth floor. It made the loud “DING” as the number six above the door lit up. I could wait, on the other side of the door, my ticket to the fourth festival awaited.