They said she was too sexy and a bad influence. But they eventually gave in and the show went on. The spoilsports had their own fun, giving out flyers at the entrance of the stadium. See, now everybody is happy.
We were late. So late, in fact, that nobody bothered to check our tickets so we simply sat wherever we liked. We got okay seats, even though we had to watch Avril Lavigne on the big screens. I like that it wasn’t crowded and that the sound was good. I don’t complain about free tickets.
Y hadn’t wanted to come at first. But Avril really was pretty entertaining. So much so that we both got over our annoyances (he was upset that we got lost en route to the stadium, I was upset that he was upset) and enjoyed ourselves. I like her voice and I thought she was/is cute. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. At one point she even wore a long-sleeved hoodie (it was very cute). Too sexy, my posterior.
Our only gripe had to be the concert wasn’t punk-rock enough. Almost half of it was unplugged. We wondered if it had to do with the ban. But the unplugged stuff sounded great so we didn’t mind. In fact, Y and I really liked it. He said she has a unique voice. I still think she’s cute. I don’t think she’d like me saying that. Oh, I like her voice too.
Later that night, Y googled Avril and YouTube videos of her performances. The next day he learnt the guitar chords and chorus lyrics to ‘Girlfriend’. He sang it a dozen times. My hubby has become an Avril Lavigne fan. Hey, hey, you, you, I don’t like your girlfriend.
