Dreamland Vol.1

Bad things do happen, but does it count that I’m not a fair player? Does it count that life had cheated? Let’s see.

Summer broke into the school's life and everyone was in a great mood. Everyone was talking about the upcoming festivals on the last day of school. There was one we wanted to go to but our parents didn't let us. So we decided to go without their knowledge. I'm sure they will call us or send someone to watch over us but we are 17 for god's sake. We can do everything we want except getting trashed or junky or even being well primed. But that doesn’t stop us from getting near to alcoholic drinks.

So we were very excited about a festival that was called "Dreamland". We had our tickets and our liquids already. We could only get daily tickets because we didn't have enough money for the weekly ticket. But we had what we wanted. The festival was 1 week away but my sister...oops... my best friend and I couldn't wait for it. She's like a sister to me but the sad truth is that we are not sisters but lots of people think that we are. It could be, because we are always together and we sleep over every 2nd day in each other's house. Our surname is almost the same. We are in the same class at school and we play a common sport also. We even learn together so it's easier. We have the same interests but she has a mid-length, black hair while mine is shorter and blonde. We spend a lot of time together. More than with our parents I suppose.

6 days later...

“I’m fucking excited!” Carolyn was lying next to me with a glass of Ballantine’s in her hand. We were tipsy but with Carolyn it's funnier. She always says something hilarious and then we are on the laughing train. We could say, we drink a lot, but we live once, don’t we?
“I can’t wait for tomorrow!” I had a glass of Jack Daniel’s in my hand and I raised it proudly. I was careful not to spill the Jack out. It is expensive for god's sake. The good thing was that we prepared everything for the day after. We are going to go in black jeans, in black boots and in a cool T-shirt that we had spotted in a shop. I could feel my heart beating faster from the excitement, and gosh, what would happen in there?
“We have to stand in the first row no matter what! I want to get to the band as near as possible! We ought to go to the backstage. Maybe they have a dirty mind.” Carolyn winked at me. I looked at her in amazement. I suppose she drank more than me. Dirty minds? Rather cloudy minds for them. The uses of drugs are crazy there. I always wanted to try some, but maybe I don’t want to start with strangers.
“1st row and the backstage are OK but I have problems with their dirty minds. It’s OK that you have experiences just because you have half a year advantage on me but come on! Do we want to be their puppets? Please, be silent with Jake.” I was watching the ceiling. There was a thin crack in the middle. I sipped one from my Jack Daniel’s. I felt the alcohol going downwards in my throat. My mind was clouded a bit with nice velvet clouds. The crack started to move furiously. Wohoo. Finally a little feeling came with the alcohol. I realised that only a little amount of Jack remained in the bottom. I'm sure that I was watching it sadly, because I felt Carolyn’s eyes on me.
“Amy, you say that while you are drinking like a camel? Look at yourself! Every young and sexy man would fall for you. I’m sure about it and it’s not just because the alcohol speaks from me! Think about Andy…” She said while she sipped a big from her Ballantine’s. She left a little at the bottom. Then she pointed to a poster. “He’s your man. He would fall for you.” She lengthened the words; to be sure I heard them. “I’m excited to see the meeting of perfections. And before you ask, I mean you and Andy.” She was looking at her bottle the same way as I did. Anyways I think Carolyn is under the alcohol’s control. I’m a mess of mistakes, far from perfect but I don’t wanna complain.
“Whatever, just drink for tomorrow.” I raised my bottle up while I was sitting up. Carolyn did the same thing as me, almost falling over.
“For tomorrow!” We toasted our bottles then drank them out completely. The sensation of whiskey was fucking amazing. It went straight to my head. We both felt dizzy after it. We started to laugh at nothing. It was just the feeling and the tension that the alcohol caused. This is the part I like the most in spirits. We can escape from reality with the help of this. I think we both fell asleep on our laughing because the next day I woke up with a Carolyn lying next to me. She was snoring loudly.

“Shit what day is it? Or what time?” I started to stir, trying not to wake Carolyn up. I looked around in my room and I saw the full and empty bottles lying on the floor ‘innocently’. I tried to find my phone but I couldn’t find it anywhere. Where could I fuck that tiny piece of gadget up?
“Are you searching for this?” I jumped a little from Carolyn. She can be scary sometimes. She held up my phone then gave it to me.
“Good morning to you also! You freaked me out! Btw the time is 5 a.m. We should start to prepare.” We smiled at each other then went to clean up our mess. I don’t even know how we could wake up without any moans. But sure I need a coffee sooner or later. I took the two bottles out while Carolyn was searching for our full bottles. When I came back, I saw Carolyn sitting on the ground lying to the wall.
“Carolyn! What happened?” I rushed to her side, and I saw fear in her eyes.
“My grandparents… left me this…” She was freaked out and she was worrying. She hugged her knees tight to her chest and handled me a small paper, with her hands trembling. A silent tear came out of her eyes but quickly I wiped it off.
From next week, you’re with your parents.
Have a nice summer break, you slut.
Love, grandma
“Oh my gosh, we’ll find a way to fix it up. No matter what happens I’ll be with you.” I hugged her and I felt that she is calming down. Words are strong, but only if the other has faith in you and knows that you stand your will. Then she let me go. And we smiled, while I tore that shit. We both rose up to our feet and she went to make some coffee. I found my clothes and quickly I dressed up. I watched myself in the mirror and I was contented with the sight. All black except my hair and the pattern on my shirt which was a big Jack Daniel’s logo. I headed to the kitchen to have my coffee, while Carolyn was preparing.
The time was 5:30 and the train arrived at 6:00 so it was time to get out of the ‘prison’.
"Are you fucking ready?" I shouted as I was waiting for Carolyn in my black clothes. I was so excited I was jumping from one leg to the other. I felt the adrenaline, even if we didn’t drink any energy drinks, just a coffee.
"I'm fucking ready to go!!" She shouted back in her black clothes. Then we had our tickets and we shot out from our house straight to the train station not caring with the obstacles in front of us.

 8 a.m. Entrance

“I can’t believe we are here.” The crowd was amazing! Lots of people were there and they were all similar to us. In the middle of summer everyone was in black clothes. But for god’s sake it’s a rock festival! I was talking with Carolyn when we finally reached the entrance. The security guards checked us then they let us in. Surprisingly, there weren’t many people at the entrance. Here begins the best day of our life. The Dreamland was amazing. I looked everywhere I could. The music had already started. The stages were far away but I could hear the performance. It was great. Some people were already lying on the ground. It’s not the first day, so I suppose they are drunk from yesterday's heat. The weather was so hot that I had to pull my T-shirt up so my stomach was unhidden. And it was only 8 a.m. Carolyn grabbed me in my wrist when a guy started to walk towards us. I didn’t even realise that. I was just amazed by the place. And we still hadn’t met with any handsome boys. Oh my god what will happen to us?
“Amy, wake up! I know we are in heaven but I need something alcoholic ASAP.” Carolyn pulled me to one of the drink bars and sat me down to a bar stool. The guy in the bar was good-looking, tall and long-haired. He had brown hair which ended at his shoulders. This man was god and my eyes rested on his great muscles. I had to keep up my mind not to fall for a boy so easily.
“What can I do for you girls?” I had heard in his accent that he was German. Kinda funny here in Cincinatti but I had seen stranger guys so far. His voice was a bit hoarse just like the heavy smokers’. Carolyn answered for both of us.
“First a shot of Jack Daniel’s then a whole glass!” She handed the money out and the guy set it aside.
“You girls are not playing in a small field. And what are you up to here?” He spilled our drinks into glasses then put it in front of us. I’m surprised that there was only a pair next to us in this bar. Everybody went to other bars I suppose. Fools. No one could see his beautiful body. What a mistake!
“We came for a band called Mistakes. Besides we didn’t drink today so we might be a little thirsty. Especially Carolyn. She’s the drunker one.” I raised my glass and drank it all for one sip. I felt the familiar sensation in my throat but I didn’t cough.
“So Carolyn? I’m Sam. I will work in this bar for the time of the festival. What’s your name?” Sam was leaning on the bar desk and eyed me, but not like an idiot who wants to fuck me. I liked him already.
“My name is Amy. We came from New York but her grandparents live near so we came here yesterday.” I saw Carolyn opening the Jack Daniel’s but she couldn't. Sam was looking at her actions absently.
“Ah, I understand. So you were kinda escaped from New York? That’s not so far girls. And your grandparents didn’t notice that?” Sam pulled the drink out of Carolyn’s hands and with one easy move he got the plug down then he handled the glass back to Carolyn who was watching Sam like he was the messiah. My stomach grumbled. It means we have to search for something eatable soon. Why soon? I want food right now! Besides that’s bad if our stomach is empty and we drink for that. We can vomit easier and that could be a big problem for our 1st row ambitions.
“Hopefully not but they can’t find us here. We’ve never been here before so the whole thing is new to us. Well, thank you Sam. We have to go! Maybe we will meet again. Have a nice week!” I grabbed Carolyn’s hand and I was searching for some food.
“Thanks! Have a nice day, girls!” He was waving to us. I waved back as we were breaking our way to the other side.

Carolyn drank half of the Jack Daniel’s and she lasted the remaining for me. We went to the other side for the food bars. The crowd was fucking big. I had to make a way for both of us because Carolyn was ogling with a nice tall man. She was totally amazed by the guy's show (not that I wasn't amazed). He pulled his T-shirt up so we could see his abs (those abs man...). Carolyn did the same thing. She raised the Jack Daniel's high and she pulled her T-shirt up so her bras were unhidden. The guys were clapping and cheering and many people from the crowd turned to us with interests. I grabbed the bottle then I pulled her T-shirt down and went on. It seems that my friend never softens and never learns from the previous mistakes. But that’s why we were there! To have fun! Then I smiled back to the boys, and raised the glass up high, then we were lost in the crowd.

Finally we found a normal food bar with the least people. We ordered 2 hamburgers. I ate it fast because I was hungry and as I said earlier we can vomit easier and that wouldn’t be such a good idea in the start of the day. Surprisingly the prices were low everywhere. We both had a credit card with ourselves so if we spend our cash we can pay by it or we can take money out from the festival’s cash machine.
 I was holding my Jack then I drank the remaining too as a "dessert" and the party began…