Denied entry

“Yo, Becca,” the bouncer said. “I’m told not to let you in.”

“What?! Are you fucking kidding me, Stud?” Becca said. “I paid money for my tickets. Real money. And now you’re going to blue ball me like that?”

“Order comes down from the top,” Stud said. “You caused a scene last time and now I’m not allowed to let you within 5 feet of the venue let alone the band.

“Come on,” Becca said. “Last time wasn’t even that bad. All I did was punch a bitch who deserved it. She was clearly a band wagoner and not a real fan.”

“That’s not your call to make,” Stud said. “So sorry about your money, but you need to leave.”

Becca swore as she tried to think of a solution. Something to get her in to see her favorite band play.