Jump on The Stage

Dressed up and ready to go somewhere which is not a house I was that Sunday afternoon as I headed to Gabby's house. I had no idea what all the other peeps were planning on that day but I had that little craving to go out and rock. So I dragged boyish Gabby, bestfriend Taylor, and tall lanky Jace. They weren't really planning for anything done outside but I convinced them to go out at a mall where our friend, Judy, works as a manager of a certain pastry shop. She, then, tagged along as our feet took us to a restau bar.
With some negotiations with our contributions, we managed to have enough for our dinner and booze. Pizza, beers, gin, sisig, and eye candies promised a good night ahead. Bands were playing at a stage and we found love with one band that had a guest list that favored our tastes. We had the guts to talk to the band, tell them how much we loved their gig, and managed to make friends with them (or at least, with the very awesome vocalist.)
Then, I was eyeing this chic with whom I had no guts of talking to. So I gulped a lot of power booster to lose a little of my shame and successfully gave my number written on a Vampire Diaries post card that Taylor found inside the bar. My card was rejected. I don't know if I was considered "too drunk," "too rude," or that chic just hated Vampire Diaries. I'm not even sure if its contents were read. Well, at least, I did something... BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH. I'm such a loser when it comes to hook ups.
The night was still young when Judy had to go home after spending the rest of the time just watching us have a fine night. Maybe, she was really that tired or she was worrying about her cute son who was sick that time. But, when you are at a party, YOU OUGHTA PARTY! Oh, well... That's just my opinion, not hers... So what the heck.
There was this one guy who all of a sudden just talked to me... inside the bathroom. Not interesting-looking, short, common face... I don't know how the conversation started but it was just there. I even forgot how it ended.
Then, we had the rest of the night jamming with the songs from the bands. Our table was filled with head-banging dancing freaks. Later that night/early morning, we managed to dance on the dancefloor. But I did not choose the floor, I chose the stage where I took solo of the music (I loved it when the DJ jammed on "Jump" by Nelly Furtado.) After some songs, I was requested to go off the stage which I took hands up and respectfully.
As we walked in the parking place, my friends suddenly stopped for a while with a reason I don't really recall. The stop just made my back kiss the earth. I just wanted to lie there. I have no idea how my friends managed to get my phone and photograph me at that moment. Jace even went on top of me which made the security come to stop the mess. I saw my photo "punching" Jace with what he's doing---it was embarrassing!
We walked our way to find a taxi as we talked and yelled about the security in a huge space at the mall.
"Well, if you are gonna have some bars in your mall, you gotta expect that people will be lying on the ground and all!!!" I yelled at nobody, voice resounding on the huge walls.
"Yeah, nice job, security! Nice job!" Gabby added. And we went on and on and on.
Boring, right? I want to do more than that this weekend.