Macklemore: A Fictional Narrative

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I did as I was told and moved around the crowd and it was hard because as I kept saying “Excuse me” some people heard me and moved but some didn’t or some were just rude and didn’t want to move at all. “Excuse me” was all I was saying for the past 10 minutes trying to get out of the crowd. As I was moving around the crowd, a man spilled his beer on me “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” He said as he tried to hand me his shirt to wipe myself off with “…I’m not gonna bother.” I said and continued moving because I was already annoyed enough As I was searching for my friend, I finally found her on the right side of the arena in the front row seats and we were so relieved that we could see Macklemore more clearly now and just enjoy the concert. “Ugh finally

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