Mosh Pit

By Deegan Bailey

Leroy Emmett, lead singer of the most popular band of all time Monaco. You would think he had it all. Money, houses, cars and his pick of any bikini model, but it wasn’t enough. Leroy was searching for something he could not understand.

That’s when fate delivered Hannah; falling in a fan crazy mosh pit at a Monaco concert. Never would she had imagined that this freak event would send her comfortable life into chaos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deegan Bailey
• Release date: Jun 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9780994365002

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Chapter 1

HANNAH STOOD PATIENTLY front and centre in the mosh pit for her favourite band of all time: Monaco. She had been standing in that very spot for hours. No one was getting in the way of her seeing Leroy Emmett. Hannah loved him; he was her biggest fangirl crush. The very thought of him brought a smile to her face.

Hannah was surrounded by people. This was the first time Monaco had toured Australia. The morning she had found out about the tour, she had jumped straight on her computer, ordering tickets to the annual festival they were playing.

She had wandered the showgrounds for most of the day, checking out other bands. Nothing compared to the sound of Monaco. Monaco was the headliner for the festival, so they were playing last. Hannah had decided hours ago she would endure the three bands before Monaco to make sure she got her rightful place at the front.

She waited, looking around at the other people, feeling like she was overdressed; other girls around her wore short shorts and bikini tops. Hannah had on her black jeans, Monaco band shirt and her well-worn black Chuck Taylors. She had straightened her long brown hair for the occasion.

The anticipation was growing. She had waited patiently, enduring the Australian summer conditions. Hannah was bursting at the seams with excitement. Paige, Hannah’s best friend, had ditched her hours ago to check out other bands. She was going to meet up with Hannah either before Monaco started or after; Hannah didn’t like Paige’s chances of getting in to the mosh pit where she was standing, people were everywhere.

The stage had a massive curtain covering it. Hannah was curious as to what was going on behind that curtain. Was Leroy there getting everything perfect?

Hannah glanced down at her phone checking the time, when there was the strum of a guitar cord and it was about to begin. Their introduction, just like on their latest album, started slow, a gentle melody of guitar chords.

All the while, the curtain was still down. Hannah thought this was strange. Shouldn’t the curtain be up by now? She looked around and no one else seemed bothered, so she shrugged and stared at the stage.

Then she recognized the rough heavy music as one of her favourite songs. Hannah sang every word at the top of her lungs, and the crowd went wild as the curtain finally rose. Hannah could finally see him in the flesh; Leroy had worn his famous black jeans with rips in the knees and two tears right under each butt cheek. He turned for the crowd to see that cute little ass.

He had the black vest he always wore on and his hair had been cut since Hannah had last seen him on the Internet. His black hair, once reaching halfway down his back, was now shoulder length.

Hannah was fully engrossed in Monaco. She belted out the words as she tried to dance on the small spot she had.

They started to play another song and Hannah followed as everyone bounced up and down. People started to push each other around; Hannah, being front and centre, was pushed and shoved all over. She struggled to keep her balance.

She held on to the rail in front for support, engrossed in Monaco. She looked at all the band members; all were gorgeous, but had nothing on Leroy. In that moment, she swore Leroy looked at her and smiled as he continued to sing.

He walked up and down the stage, making sure everyone got to see him; turning every once in a while so all could see his butt cheeks. He did this in front of Hannah, who went beet red when he smiled and blew her a kiss. She swooned on the spot.

Leroy Emmett was so captivating, she ignored all the pushing and shoving going on, and zoned out the people around her. In her mind, it was just her and Leroy and he was playing her song.

Without warning, a tall round guy pushed through the mosh pit. He was heading for Hannah’s perfect spot at the front when he pushed past her, knocking her small frame to the ground without realizing.

She frantically tried to get up, but he was bouncing up and down on the spot, always pushing her back to the ground. Other people around her, completely taken with Monaco, ignored her screams for help also unknowingly keeping her on the ground.

She was pressing her small frame up against the railing, grabbing the top to pull herself up again, when she felt someone grab her hand holding on tight. She couldn’t see who it was, but felt them pulling her up. The guy, who had stolen her spot, now realizing she was there, bent down and helped scoop her up over the railing, handing her to security on the other side.

She was on the other side of the railing being taken away by security. The security guy felt a tap on his shoulder and stopped, looking up at the stage. Leroy stood with his hand out.

Give her to me, he coached. The security guard was able to lift Hannah up just enough for Leroy to take hold of her hand, pulling her into his arms. She hadn’t taken any notice of what was going on around her as the horrendous pain of every foot which had stomped on her had set in, but the roar of the crowd had Hannah’s attention.

She stiffened. Gazing up to see who had her, her jaw dropped. She was in the arms of none other than Leroy Emmett. Are you okay to stand? he asked as he walked to the middle of the stage with her in his arms, she watched as the other band members all but stared at her.

Hannah couldn’t speak from the shock of her idol holding her so closely. She looked over at the crowd of thousands, all staring at her with equally shocked expressions, and tensed as the searing pain became overwhelming.

Leroy, sensing Hannah’s dismay, lightly touched her cheek to turn her attention back to him. His thumb stroked her cheek where a bruise was starting to show. Hannah winced at the pain. She looked up at him. He was gorgeous. She ran her hand along his cheek, but her vision was going dark. She dropped her hand and passed out in his arms.

Leroy looked behind him to the paramedics for help. They quickly ran onto the stage and swept Hannah up, taking her backstage. Leroy watched as she was carried away. He glanced back at the crowd, and without any more distractions, continued his set.

Hannah woke up to find people surrounding her, poking and prodding. She ached from head to toe. She tried to sit up, but a paramedic gently pushed her back down.

Don’t move, he told her as he patted her hand gently. I think you might have some broken ribs.

Hannah’s eyes went wide and tears started to run down her face, a combination of pain and fear. She accepted the poking and prodding and just sobbed.

It’s okay, sweetheart. We are going to move you now and put you in the ambulance to take you to the first-aid tent. Okay?

Hannah nodded in response as the tears poured down her cheeks.

Argh! she screamed as pain shot through her; she had never felt anything like it before. The pain became more intense, black clouded her vision, and she blacked out again.

Chapter 2

PAIGE WAITED PATIENTLY at the back of the line for the ladies bathroom. The line started from the bathroom itself and stretched out the door and around the corner to the back. She leaned against the wall, wriggling.

She kicked off the wall and looked up and down the line to see how far away she was. She threw her hands in the air with frustration.

Paige glanced over at the men’s bathroom, and of course, there was no line. Fuck this, she said, softly, but the girls around her shot her dirty looks.

Paige stomped across the grass to the men’s bathroom. She entered to see rows of urinals and only three cubicles. To Paige’s delight, none of the cubicles were occupied.

Hey! said a young guy who turned away from her, looking embarrassed at having a girl enter.

Hey yourself,

You’re not meant to be in here!

Get over it, said Paige, strolling to the cubicle to the far end of the bathroom.

This is not right, he mumbled. Now I can’t piss, because of you! he yelled out to Paige. Paige rolled her eyes and sat.

Ahhhhhhh! was all Paige could muster. She would never have made it waiting in that line.

Fucking glad you’re happy, said the young guy as he did up his zipper. Paige wondered if this was the longest pee of her life.

Dude, I swear to God, there is a chick in there, explained the young guy to someone as he exited the bathroom. Paige smiled slightly to herself. She loved the fact she’d ruffled his feathers.

Oh, my God, dickhead, I can hear you. Everyone’s gotta piss, ya know. Get the fuck over it, yelled Paige as she pulled up her tights and readjusted her skirt.

She turned and flushed, but when she opened, the door there was a big burly guy standing there. She stopped and looked up. He was six feet tall, blond, with a mohawk with different shades of colour through it, and his face was covered in piercings: two in his eyebrow, one on each corner of his mouth, and a ring through his nose. Even with all those piercings, he was gorgeous.

She looked down further to find he was wearing a black muscle tee with misfits printed on it and black baggy pants with chains. His shoes were fantastic. Paige wanted a pair; black boots with spikes poking out of the front.

Well, well, he said with a smirk. What do we have here? A chick in the men’s bathroom.

So what! You try waiting in line like a chick has to and tell me this shouldn’t be the norm, uttered Paige, pushing past him to get to the sinks.

Nah, you got me all wrong. I am impressed; you’re the first girl I have ever seen do this, he claimed, looking at her in the mirror and checking her out at the same time.

Well, you know what? I think women should do this more often. Half the time those cubicles are empty. I think all women should have balls as big as yours. This earned him a confused look from Paige.

Whatever, dude, Paige said, throwing the paper towel in the bin and walking past him out of the bathroom. As she walked out, the girls on the other side waiting in line cheered. Paige threw both fists in the air and they cheered louder.

Paige headed off in search of Hannah, since Monaco would be starting any minute, if they hadn’t already. She had begun to power walk to the stage when burly bathroom guy grabbed her arm from behind.

What the fuck? She said, taking a swing at him. He pulled back and she narrowly missed him.

Shit! You really are a crazy bitch, he said. Paige huffed, pulled her arm out of his grasp and began to speed walk back to Hannah again.

What’s your name, crazy bitch? he said, matching her stride with ease.

Fuck off! she uttered.

Hmmm, not such a pretty name, but definitely suits your personality, he said with a grin. I’m Sloth. That got Paige’s attention; she stopped and looked at Sloth.

Sloth... Really? She laughed hysterically. That’s a pretty shit nickname, dude, she said as she began walking again.

Thanks... I think. Hey, what stage are you going to?

I’m going to find my friend; she’s waiting for Monaco at stage two, said Paige, walking down limestone stairs and jumping off the bottom one, her frilly black skirt bobbing up as she did.

She didn’t care as she had black tights on underneath with her favourite black Doc Martens and her black band shirt wouldn’t have ridden up any.

So what’s your deal?

You know stalking is illegal, right? stated Paige.

I’m fully aware, said Sloth. What’s your name? I don’t care if it’s a fake name, give me something here.

She stopped and looked at him. He was gorgeous. All she wanted to do was kiss those lips, so she reached up and grabbed him by the collar and kissed him hard. He melted around her and wrapped her up in his arms.

They stayed like that for a moment, but then she broke the kiss, catching her breath. Paige released his shirt, pulled away from him and sprinted away, yelling It’s Paige.

He didn’t follow her straight away. He stood frozen to the spot for a long moment before logic kicked in. He sprinted after her and easily caught up.

Want to explain what that— she stopped him by putting her hand up to his face before he could say any more. He looked puzzled as she stared up at stage two where Monaco was playing. Problem was, they weren’t playing, and Leroy Emmett was holding on to a girl who strangely looked like Hannah.

What the fuck! said Paige as she watched in horror. What the fuck? That’s Hannah! Paige announced to Sloth.

Your friend? Sloth asked puzzled. The girl Leroy is holding?

Yeah, said Paige with a smile. But Hannah doesn’t seem to be with it. She loves Leroy... Holy fuck! Where are they taking her?

You like to say fuck a lot, don’t you? he remarked.

I have to find out where they are taking her. Said Paige, frantically trying to make her way through the congestion of the crowd, not caring if Sloth kept up with her or not. Slowly but surely she made her way up to security at stage two.

Hey! What happened to that girl on stage? she yelled over the music blaring as Monaco continued their set.

First-aid tent, he yelled back.

Paige turned and made her way through the crowd again, pushing and shoving people as she went through. People yelled all sorts of things at her and a few shoved back. All the while, Sloth kept at her heels, keeping her on her feet as people pushed back, yelling abuse.

She made her way out and felt the wind blow around her. Running through all those people really worked up a sweat. She turned to see if Sloth was still behind her and he was. She smiled sweetly at him.

So where is your friend? he said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

First-aid tent. Do you know where that is?

Nah, but I have a timetable with a map in my pocket. Sloth fished out the timetable and scanned the map on the back. Paige impatiently snatched it from his hand.

Hey! Paige looked at him and smirked as she read it.

There! It’s pretty much on the other side of the showgrounds. Come on! she said as she power walked her way through people again.

Chapter 3

SO IS SHE GOING TO be okay? said a voice Hannah didn’t recognize.

She should be okay, a few cuts and bruises. We have given her something for the pain. The problem is we are unable to identify her. I’m guessing she lost her belongings when she fell, expressed the paramedic.

Right...haven’t any friends come to find her? I’m sure by now they would have noticed she was missing, said the voice.

No, nobody has come forward yet, but that crowd out there is massive it will probably take them a while to get up here. We are just going to have to wait until she wakes up to find out who she is, said the paramedic.

Yeah, I was lucky I got to take all the backstage areas to get here. Do you mind if I sit with her?

No, that’s fine, Mr Emmett. It would be nice for her to wake up to somebody, said the paramedic as he patted Leroy on the shoulder.

Leroy turned and tilted his head, gazing at her while she lay sleeping. He gently brushed away some hair that had come to rest on her face.

Boy, she’s pretty, he thought. She had beautiful, long brown hair and she was quite slender, a little too slender for Leroy’s liking. Flashbacks of the concert kept coming to him. He saw the look on her face as she began to fall; she’d been terrified and hadn’t known what to do.

Leroy had stopped the concert to help her. Well, he couldn’t very well let one of his fans get hurt in his mosh pit that was for sure.

Oh, boy—what did his band mates think of this little episode? They really hadn’t said much after the set.

Leroy lost his train of thought as his mystery woman moved. He repositioned himself on the chair; sitting up straight, he looked upon her kindly.

Chapter 4

HANNAH’S EYES FLUTTERED open and closed as she stretched and then winced in pain. Her eyes flew open as realization set in.

Shit, shit, shit was all that came out of her mouth. Hannah tried to sit up, holding her ribs; only when she was halfway up did she realize someone was there.

She turned her head to find Leroy Emmett sitting at her bedside. Hannah’s mouth fell open in surprise; she stumbled out, Hhhhey...

Hey, said Leroy. How are you feeling? Judging by what you just said as you woke up, I take it you’re not feeling the best. Hannah stared, her heart beating faster. If this wasn’t a WTF moment, she didn’t know what was.

"Umm, yeah, a little