[Contest Entry #9] |
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Written By : Shawna To start off...this isn't some sob story to make everyone say "awww....how great." I am just telling you what I feel and what happened, straight up! My worst day and my best day of my life all occured within one week of each other...and neither of them seem to go away. November 19th 2000: The worst day of my life came, and it's still not gone. It's just like one big nightmare strung out and I can't get rid of it. My best friend Laura, was killed in a car accident. Luckily I was just really starting to get into Linkin Park at this time, and I listen to them nonstop for a long while now. Every word they breathe on the CD I have on repeat has made me feel like somebody is there. It's like, they're my therapy session every day and every night. November 25th 2000: I attended the last show of the King of the Games tour, with Linkin Park (of course) Hed (pe), Project 86, and POD. I ran into the venue with butterflies cuz I'd get to see my inspiration and basically the people who had been ruling my life for the past few months. Their show was fucking awesome...I took pics and all that good shit. After the show, while Project 86 was playing, the boys decided to sign some autographs. I got Mike's autograph and a pic with him, then went to go chill with Phoenix and Brad. I decided that just getting their autograph wasn't good enough for me. So I jumped up on the table they were sitting on in the middle of them and just made myself at home. I sat there talking to Brad and Phoenix for about an hour while they signed autographs. I even scored one of Phoenix's braclets and I gave him my ring. During our convo, I lit up a cigarette. Brad asked me, "can i put that out for you?" and i said "no...". Then I explained to him that I don't care what happens to me now that I've lost Laura, and he was totally and completely compassionate, gave me a hug, and talked to me about it. She was killed because she wasn't wearing her seatbelt...so me and Brad pinkie swore to each other that we'd always wear our seatbelts wherever we went. Somehow me and Brad has this instant connection and a tight bond from that hour I spent with him. I don't know if he felt/feels it as much as I do...but at least I know that he cares. The time I spent with them is priceless and worth a lot more than a couple scribbles of their initials on my tee-shirt. |