The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... the best, though. The crowd was once again excitable as Elizabeth gave a cookie-cutter speech about thanking everybody who supported her that played into the crowd's obsession with itself. It was the opposite of Ivy's speech and had the opposite reception. She was cheered as she stepped down and made her way back to the front center of the audience.

And then, with nothing else to stop them, the Albino Ravens were introduced to the crowd who let out a grand cheer to the music. The curtains lifted and Sylvia jogged back into her place, the first note roaring out before the curtain was even raised.

As the audio was sustained, Monica came in with a crash and their first original started. It was a song most of the audience had heard before at various events, but never in a crowd this large. Sylvia almost wanted to thank Elizabeth for winning them back over but settled for putting on a concert that was worthy of the hype.

They went through their setlist, filling the middle with a few pop covers they'd prepared to get everybody's blood flowing even harder, and when Lucas had a keyboard solo she looked out and saw a sea of phone-lights lit up as the whole building seemed to rock like the ocean.

The crowd cheered them off as they pretended to walk backstage, their set over. There was a round of wordless thumbs-up gestures and hugging as they celebrated a good concert - no - a great one. As they sat back there, the crowd's chants for an encore grew louder and ...

... louder.

It was time to give them what they wanted.

Monica counted them off with a bombastic intro as Sylvia went into a fast guitar riff with Lucas keeping tempo. This was the song she'd heard on television almost a decade ago that made her want to start playing guitar in the first place - it was the concert she'd shown to her friends that got them into the band - it was the thing she stayed up at night listening to as she imagined performing to a crowd.

It was a dream come true. And as the final chorus finished, she set her guitar to the side and prepared for something she'd never done before.

The crowd loved her, and she gave herself to it.

The world seemed to freeze as she dived off the front of the stage, arms extended, no backup plan to catch herself on the floor. She looked down and saw a net of hands forming underneath her to catch the dive.

She was riding her student body - lifted in the air upon a wave of fans who loved her.

But not every hand was willing to play into the fantasy she had conjured.

She felt a tug from below, somebody pulling instead of lifting. No, it wasn't just one person. She tried to look down to slap at the grabby hands but couldn't get a decent view as the crowd below her seemed to move. Sylvia reached out an arm to try and get some control back but felt too little resistance. She could see a bare arm in front of her, the sleeve was gone, around her waist by now as her bra was completely exposed.

"Wait, hold on!" She shouted, but ...