This is a short story inspired by my mom and the movies Detroit Rock City and Dazed and Confused (great movies). I want to eventually turn this into a longer piece.
It was a hot, sticky afternoon. Tessa, Erica, and Sherri, the three musketeers, as they liked to call themselves, were out lounging by the pool in Erica’s backyard. They wore string bikinis suitable for tanning, and chatted like a group of teenage friends would. There was only one thing on Tessa’s mind, though, and Sherri could not understand what the big deal was.
“I don’t even know why you guys like them so much,” Sherri said.
Erica and Tessa rolled their eyes.
“It’s just a bunch of . . . noise.”
“Whatever, Sherri. It’s a hell of a lot better than ABBA,” Erica shot back.
Tessa laughed.
“Oh, fuck you. I do not like ABBA.”
Tessa and Erica laughed harder.
“Me and Tessa already have everything all figured out. I’m going to marry Robert, Tessa’s going to marry Jimmy, and then we’ll live with them in their castles in Europe,” Erica said, and then sighed whole-heartedly as she tucked a gold lock of hair behind her ear.
As long as Tessa had been old enough to truly appreciate and love music – real music, not that soft-core pansy crap played on variety shows, she had only one real goal in life. At the ripe ol’ age of sixteen, certain things were supposed to be high on the to-do list, things like graduating high school, landing a date with a hot guy, or even losing one’s virginity, but not according to Tessa. There was really only one aspiration, festering inside like a bad STD refusing to clear up, that really mattered. The one thing she knew she had to accomplish before the day her last breath was taken was to see Led Zeppelin, live, in concert.
