When I was in high school my parents wouldn’t permit me to go clubbing or going to a bar, they said that I’m too young to be exposed at those kinds of environment. One time it was my best friend’s birthday, her party was held at her house and I told my parents that I would sleep over and they said yes. Little did I know that my friend planned to go out after the party to watch his boyfriend’s gig at the bar where he used to work pat-time and so I went there too not telling my parents. Their band sounds great and I think I had a crush on the guy who plays mark vi saxophone and when I told my friend about it she took a picture of the guy and me. It was trully a night to remember, not because of the cute guy but because my parents would kill me if they knew.