I was twelve-years-old when I went to my very first concert with Skyler and Matiya. It was the Alice Cooper, Dokken, Warrant and Slaughter show at the Nautica Stage in Cleveland, Ohio. I don't remember the date because I have no room in my memory for shit like that, okay?

 On the day of the concert, Sky, Tiya and I woke up early (Despite the fact that we'd driven around until four a.m., trying to find a hotel) so that we could get there early and possibly get autographs or talk to the bands. But you could give a rat's ass about us, right? Yeah, you just want to hear about the bands.

 So, anyway, we drove around for an hour before we finally found a damn parking space and by that time it'd started raining like a mother..
 Outside of the Nautica, the Slaughter bus had broken down. At least they'd made it though.  So, Sky, Tiya and I stood in the pouring rain, wearing our cheesy rock babe outfits and freezing our Slaughter lovin' asses off (even though it was like August or some shit). Sky and Tiya's cheap ass weaves were getting nappy. But it was well worth it.
 Dana and Tim were the only ones hanging around the bus at the time; I don't know where Blas and Mark were. Dana was inside the bus, looking very stressed and in quite a bad mood. Tim, however, was outside with us fans, which I thought was extremely cool because he had a nice, dry, warm bus to go to, but he was outside in the freezing rain with us. Goddess bless his soul.

 I was so lucky that day. Tim came over to where the three of us were and we talked to him a while. He politely gave us his autograph when we asked, which I still have stashed in a safe place to this day, and he posed with us for pictures too. And, like the sweetheart that he was, he didn't even mind when I gave him a hug.
 We were still standing there some time later, Tim had moved on to talk to other people. It had stopped raining for the time being, but the air was still cold and we were still freezing, but we held out because we're Juliette, Skyler and Matiya and if that doesn't say it all for you then you need to have you head checked.

 Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man with black hair like Mark's. And I said to Sky and Tiya: "That looks like Mark" because it really did, even from the distance we were at. But then, the man turned around and, oh my Goddess, it was Mark! How ironic, hmm? Go figure.

Mark waved at us and continued on his way into the bus, carrying a McDonald's bag and sipping on some type of soft drink from his McDonald's cup.
 Behind Mark came Blas, looking hot as he always does. And, being the total ditz that I am, I started flippin' out. I was jumping up and down and screaming like an annoying little teenybopper. That was, until Skyler smacked me in the back of the head and Matiya told me bluntly: "Shut up!". Blas sent one of those 'What is your problem?' looks in our direction, but didn't say a thing. I guess he's used to that kind of stuff.

 After that, we went and got in line to actually go into the Nautica. Since cameras weren't permitted and they were doing checks at the gates, Sky shoved the camera down her pants. Matiya and I let Sky have reign over the camera for the rest of the day. I mean, we didn't wanna touch it after that, we're not into that sort of thing.
 Other than the thrill of having to watch Skyler get kinky with the camera, only one other thing (that we can remember) happened while we were standing in line.
 Dave Bellanger of the band 1988 approached us and we started talking. He invited us to see 1988, Kid Wicked and Warrant play at the Odeon, which is a club in the flats. We agreed, of course, what sort of dumbass would pass up a chance to see that show?
 By the time we got in and found a seat, it was raining and lightning really bad. It was announced that the bands could do only three songs each. We were sort of let down, but we perked up when Slaughter came on stage.
 We couldn't see anything from where we were at and that just wouldn't do for us. So, we moved up further. This ticked off some chick behind us and the drunk skank threw her beer on us (like it made any difference with all the rain).
 None of us could really hear the music that well, but we know they rocked because they always do. And I'm sure that they always will.
 But the lightening was getting really bad and it was getting really close. In fact, it almost hit us and Skyler fell on her ass because of it. She had a hold of my arm because she's a wuss and she's scared of lightning. So, when she fell, she pulled me down with her and Matiya just stood there laughing her ass off at us instead of helping us up. What a bitch! It was sort of funny though. A bunch of other people were laughing too, I hope they weren't laughing at us. Anyway, this really hot guy helped us up.
 Because of the lightning, we went back to the car and listened to Warrant play from there. It rocked!
 And then we went to the flats and found a parking spot right across from the Odeon. We walked down the street and had some chicken wings at Hooters while making fun of the waitress chicks and their fake boobs. Goddess they disgust me.
 Then, we walked back to the Odeon and went inside. I'll spare you the details about Skyler drying her tits off under the hand dryer in the women's bathroom and having some butch dyke hit on her and shooting out of there like a bat out of Hades, dragging me and Tiya along with her.
I know, you just wanna hear about the bands.
 The three of us quickly nabbed spots up front because people were starting to come in at a rather fast pace. Soon, they were ready to start playing. The lights dimmed except for the stage lights, which gave a really cool effect.
 Okay, we were messed up from the rain; there must have been weed or acid in it or something. So, we can't remember who played first. It was either Kidd Wicked or 1988, we think it was Kidd Wicked. Either way, they ROCKED! Man, it was so loud and my chest was rattling; it was awesome!
 Kidd Wicked rocked and everything, but I think that 1988 was better. Maybe the tight snake skin pants that the hot lead singer was wearing is what made 1988 so much better. I dunno. And the drummer was just thrashing away at his drums man, it was great! They KICKED ASS!
 After Kidd Wicked and 1988, they brought out Warrant. Yeah baby, yeah! I think that this was the best part of the night, it was just too cool. Cause Jani was getting crazy and shit! Everything was loud and the music was awesome. People were starting to semi-mosh; I say semi because most people, by that time, were too drunk to totally mosh.
 Jani was getting hammered. He was drinking Budweiser after Budweiser. At least I think it was Bud. It was either Bud or Heineken, but I can't remember clearly because my mind was all fuzzy at that particular junction because at the time my ribs were being crushed as I was being flattened against the barricade by a bunch of drunks behind me who were trying to mosh.
 Then, Don Dokken came out. He was drunker than shit and couldn't sing very well either. But, nonetheless, he and Jani, both shit faced, sang 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' together. They were way off key, but it was still cool.
 Jani started shaking hands with people in the audience and he came over to where Sky, Tiya and I were. He reached his hand out towards me and little old me just though he wanted to shake hands. So, I reached out eagerly and grabbed his sweaty hand. But, instead of shaking my hand, he used me for leverage to stage dive into the sea of drunk bastards, otherwise known as the audience.
 The people were too messed up to catch him right and he nearly fell on top of me and crushed me. Skyler pushed me down, mussing my hair (that bitch). But not before I was able to reach up and squeeze his ass! That was so fun!
 After the show ended, people began filing out slowly. Jani was near the doors, talking to his Mother. He was bombed out of his tree and whining like a petulant child, which made it all the more hilarious.
 We were going to get his autograph, but he was too drunk and too busy whining to his Mom to notice us tugging on his shirt sleeve. It was a nice shirt. I wonder where he got it…
      Goddess bless!
          Hugz and kissez!
      Lots of Love,
       Juliette