It’s creative writing week, yay! This memoir was based off a dialogue prompt that asked us to write a couple pages of dialogue between a group of people, which also reveals bits of their character along the way. To enhance the memoir, I’ve included a picture from the evening! Here’s to memorable sibling moments. Hopefully they don’t hate me after this, I hear that’s what happens when you write about family…
“Cassidy, you know how to hook up the Bluetooth, right?” Dilyn extended the phone cord in Cassidy’s direction from where she sat behind the steering wheel, not moving her eyes from the winding country road.
“Of course, I’m an engineer.”
“Play some Twenty One Pilots!” I insisted, as she grabbed the cord and started monkeying around with her Android.
“…And Mutemath.” Hitting the road for a concert means you listen to the bands’ music. “Do we have all the tickets?”
“Right here, Dil.” Charley held a stack of papers in his hand. Tyler Joseph’s voice began drifting steadily louder out of the speakers, singing the words to “House of Gold.”
“YES!” Dilyn and Cassidy high-fived.
I snorted unnecessarily. “Can I have mine now, Charley? Where are we sitting? How many rows from the front?” With a lunge, I grabbed a ticket from his hand and stared intently at the row and seat numbers in the top right-hand corner.
“Want to play MASH?” Cassidy leafed through a notebook. I grinned.
“Sure! Well, I have to pick Josh Dun since he’s in Twenty One Pilots… and then Niall Horan because he’s forever my one and only…”
“Eric’s still bitter he wasn’t invited to the sibling concert.” Dilyn looked at Charley. “He’s your sibling now; you should’ve bought him a ticket!”
“Seester, how about including realistic people too? I’m adding Nathan for you.”
“He could’ve still bought his own ticket and joined us.”
“Charley, that’s not the same.”
There was a pause as Cassidy sat writing the names down.
“Dilyn!” Our unified voices rang out.
“Sorry, but I just realized I left parking cash at home!”
“I have some you can use,” Charley said, still giggling at the swear word.
With a slam! of Camry doors, my siblings and I made our way through the parking lot toward the entrance to DTE Energy Theatre. It was an outdoor concert, and even though no sign of the stage could be seen from our parking spot, we heard a telltale Mutemath rumble.
“Guys, they’ve already started their set, hurry!” Dilyn started running towards the entrance. “They put on such a good show; you don’t want to miss it!” I matched her pace eagerly.
“I’m going to the bathroom first.” We looked back to find Cassidy headed in the opposite direction, toward a long line of people who could only be awaiting the Porta-Potty.
“Cassidy, seriously?” Dilyn rolled her eyes.
“Cass, there are bathrooms inside!” Charley yelled, but she was already in line.
“Ugh… she’s just like Mom.”
“I still can’t believe you’ve seen Twenty One Pilots three times already and never told me! Or took me with you…” I huffed, stopping in my tracks next to my brother.
“Hey, missy, I bought your ticket so quit your crying.”
“Thanks for that, big brother,” I replied, sincerely.
Cassidy reappeared to Dilyn’s urgent “Come on”s. Once we reached our seating on the far right side, about thirty rows back, Mutemath left the stage to loud cheers.
“Dang it, we missed them! Are you kidding me?” Dilyn sat down, her shoulders slumping, while everyone in the crowd gradually returned to their seats.
“Oh, boo hoo.” Charley pulled his arm away from Dilyn, as she tried to smack him.
“I’m sorry; the line for the bathroom was just so long! I’m so sorry, Dilyn!”
“Just my luck.”
Meanwhile my eyes were fixed on the stage. “Do you think they’ll come out soon?”