Home is not like the rock show last night

Home is not like the rock show that I went to last. With all the underaged people trying to sneak in and pretend that they met the age 16 minimum. The man checking I.D.'s would not let these people in even though they had purchased tickets. That would not happen at home. The bar and bartender were there but not in use except for the occasional soda because everyone was underaged. And when someone did buy a soda, it was so expensive. The soda's at home are not expensive. The people there were all excited to see Ryan. Ryan was the headliner and is also my friend. Ryan's not at home either. They put the fog machine on and Ryan did his sound check calling everybody to stand up. "Nobody sits down at rock shows," he says. This is not like home. At home we sit down. The nachos were soggy. This would never happen at home. The stool that I first sat in had unstable legs and made me fear it would collapse underneath me. Ryan's mother was there but mine was most definitely not. Ryan is a transgender who has been on the Tyra Banks show and Larry King Live. You wouldn't see that in my house. We could be as loud as we want. We danced in the middle of the floor. People stared as we danced but we didn't care because we were feeling the music and Ryan was feeding off our excitement. Home is not like this.