Chrissie smiled. The crisp, white, clean sheets of paper shone under her fingertips as she started to dance around the room. She, Chrissie Cart, was going to a Bon Jovi concert. Then, she realised as she peered at the finer print that it was a backstage pass. Surely they were very expensive? Still, she jumped, wailed and danced like there was no tomorrow. Then, she sprawled out on her bed, breathing heavily and stared at her poster that hung high on the wall. It shown Richie with one of his white Kramers on the poster, she smiled briefly. Richie Sambora. Hang on; she would get to meet him?
She would savour this opportunity. Though, first, she would have to lose a couple of pounds and go get a new wardrobe to go to the concert. Being in England there was rarely a bright, warm day and she needed a new leather jacket as it was often chilly in her area. The countryside. Yes, she's a country girl, she loathed cities. Though, she was forced to suck up her hatred for the city and go to the Ricoh Arena in Coventry, West Midlands. Her thoughts came crashing back to reality when she heard her mum shouting for her to do the animals. Her horse, Paddy and the cows fed, watered and mucked out she could focus on choosing who to bring to the concert with her. She peered through her phone contacts and chose Megan, her best friend in the whole world. Megan was an aspiring artist and, as a teenager, would hear Chrissie blabber on about Richie Sambora in the school hallways. Forced to accept her fate, Megan chose to like Bon Jovi. With some encouragement.
Chrissie dialled Megan's number, lying back against the mountain of pillows on her comfy bed. A ten mile wide smile was plastered to her face as she heard ringing at the other end.
"Chrissie? Why are you calling?" Megan asked, confused.
"I have news"
"Oh, Chrissie's getting married to Richie Sambora. Big deal"
"I got backstage passes to the Bon Jovi concert at the Ricoh in Coventry. Want to come?"
"Sure Chris. Don't stress about anything, I know you stress and worry about things."
"I promise I won't, I'll be on my best behaviour"
"Good. I'll be laid back like I usually am and I'll leave you to worry. Hey, what are you wearing for the concert?"
"A leather jacket, a Jovi t-shirt, some jeans and boots. You?"
"I'm not sure yet, check with me tomorrow"
“Okay, I will" Chrissie told Megan, stretching her legs out.
"Oh, and Chrissie, when will a new chapter of Don't Be Cruel be up? I'm dying to know!" Megan asked, smiling.
"Well Megan, you will have to wait and see. I have a one day event at Bramcote on Tuesday, rally on Wednesday, work on the farm all week and go to coffee with Anastasia at Costa. We can go Nuneaton and work it out there"
"Sounds good to me, see you there, and Chrissie, when's the concert again?"
"Saturday at 7pm, be at mine at 5:30 and we can go early, you know traffic. I shall see you then, goodbye my fellow friend.
"Sure, goodbye Chrissie, see you then"
With the conversation over, Chrissie put down the phone, groaning as she popped her back with a amount of pleasure. Waves of excitement ravaged her body as she screamed to herself, the time was like torture that she was yet to face. Still, she could be patient. Excitement was quite an understatement. With her friend situation sorted, Chrissie could move onto her clothes. She moved to her set of oak Chester drawers, they were full of mainly jodhpurs and old jumpers, but she had splashed and bought some nice, presentable clothes. Living in the country she would usually muck out Paddy and Vera in the afternoon, gave the sow some feed and walked the dogs, not to mention the other animals that roamed her property.
She would usually hack Paddy most days, would update stories and do boring work all day long. Chrissie had managed to get her hands on a vintage jacket; it was a birthday present after all. Her mum and family were around today; her sisters’ party was later. She had two sisters, Sam and Joanne, she was the youngest of the three, and, as a result was doted on as a child.
Moving back to the situation at hand, she picked some clothes and laid them out for the party, smelling the barbecue outside was inviting. She moved outside where her sisters and in-laws were sitting on the lawn. She smiled as the sun hit her face, she hid her Jovi concert secret from her relatives, and they didn't care to be honest.
She sighed and sat down on the bank, looking towards the house and back towards the rows of green fields that lay behind them, strewn with crops, sheep and cattle. Her cousins played kiss chase on the garden as her mum sat next to her, clutching a cup of coffee in her hand. Her uncle chucked in the charcoal into the barbecue as she lay on the grass. She could hear laughing and joking in her ears as Sam gladly accepted presents from her auntie, who lived up north in Manchester. She smiled to herself and rolled over with a groan as she shaded her face with her hand, Paddy was eating some hay behind her in the field as she tutted about the mud that covered the entire side of him. He was grey a minute ago!
She could brush that off later, now was the time for greeting.... and relaxing.
"Chrissie" came a voice from behind her; it was her cousin Alex who was playing cops and robbers.
"Could you be a robber for us?"
"Sure" Chrissie replied as she stood up, walking down the bank, across onto the garden. The weather was very pleasant that day, the sun was beating down all day and it was the hottest it had been for weeks, after all the rain caused a hell of a lot of mud in the field, which she would sometimes get stuck in. She ran around with her cousin chasing her, followed by Daniel, her other cousin and was playfully pushed to the ground in a police like fashion.