Leighton
“I'm so excited!" Blaze literally bounces in the seat next to me as I navigate Holden's truck through traffic. Normally I hate driving it, but tonight I'll make an exception.
“Me too," I mumble as I try to jockey for position in the VIP entrance line.
Holden and Tank surprised us two days ago with tickets to a Brantley Gilbert concert. Both of us had been under the impression it was sold out, but the guys had been tapped to work, and had gotten free tickets for their service.
“This guy's going to let you over," Blaze waved back at the person behind them, flashing them a smile and the horns.
“Thank you!" I yell through the window, appreciating someone not being a douchebag.
The person directing traffic at this portion of the parking lot sees the pass Holden hung on his mirror
