Route to Revolve

English assignment: To create a prologue to a journey to be mirrored after Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. About my trip to The Revolve Tour in Connecticut last December.

By SVU, they motored on by,
The atmosphere was all but dry.
Early December was the time of year,
The first snowfall came dangerously near.
Yet weather affected none in the car,
All were excited to travel afar.
The XL Center in a nearby state,
Held The Revolve Tour, which was said to be great.

The bunch comprised of six girls plus one:
The comedian who was the drivers' son,
The misfit with headphones always attached,
The hipster whose earrings never did match.
The DJ played music the entire ride long,
The straight-edge would commonly burst out in song,
The director kept her camera at the ready,
As the flirt came from her mani-pedi.

An all-girl event, excited were they,
But one boy tagged along, his name was Jose.
Son of both drivers, forced to journey with them,
The others cared not; none would condemn.
During the concert, at the hotel he stayed,
Because the journey itself was enough to invade.
For the car trip there was loads of great joy,
Not awkward at all, that he was the only boy.
Jose was the comedian of the group,
Because of him, or smiles never did droop.
It never was silent while he was around,
For our laughter enough made quite a loud sound.

Lianne, the misfit, never did belong,
To any clique or label her whole life long.
She never went to a concert before ,
And was looking forward to The Revolve Tour.
With dark hair and an anarchist spirit,
(And all of them have come to endear it),
To mosh with her friends was all she desired,
But the lasting effect left her inspired.
Unfamiliar with most girls except one,
She was mostly quiet and not much fun.
But once the lights dimmed down and the music blast,
She was under the strong spell which was cast.

Angela lugged around an SLR,
Capturing special moments from afar.
An urban style infused with randomness,
Over cameras and blogs she did obsess.
A hipster for certain, with a unique
Sense of style, which made her look very chic.
Homemade everything known to mankind,
One-of-a-kind things, one-of-a-kind mind.
Her numerous books piled high in her tote,
A simple choker wrapped around her throat,
Her over-sized glasses were prescription-less,
Her style was meant to express not impress.

Elle was the DJ, manning the iPod,
Clearly she thought herself as the music god.
Her best outfit on, hair to perfection,
Continually checking her reflection,
A sign of her excessive vanity.
Her music was filled with profanity,
Which she mimicked audibly and often,
Even after prayer and an "Amen."
Being obnoxious brought her attention,
Her shallowness surpassed our comprehension.
In spite of all that, she was accepted,
By the bunch, for none were exempted.

Genevieve, the straight-edge, Lianne's best friend,
Both had counter persona's to no end.
For example, she was a child at heart,
Trust her to always laugh at a sound fart.
Her immaturity led to bouts of laughter,
Contagious, others often followed after.
The pleasant atmosphere she created,
Had everyone she met feel elated.
Never would profane words escape her lips,
Quick witted was she, with her funny quips.
Stayed away from all immoral and wrong,
All knew that both her voice and will were strong.

Ari stuck her camera in our faces,
Filming us on a regular basis,
Like as we did lunges in the hallway,
Or as we moshed at the concert the next day.
She was sweet and cute with a short stature,
With the camera on her phone, she'd capture
Hilarious and mem'rable events,
And with those captured precious moments,
She'd share with us to relive again.
That's what she was, a sharer for certain.
Her shirt said "Free Hugs" to share embrace,
For the love that she shared was hard to replace.

The flirt came last, taking care of her nails,
Quick to gossip, don't forget the details.
A deep V-neck and a short skirt said much:
She craved many boys' attention and such.
A chance at romance came before ethics ,
One glance at her legs and their eyes were transfixed.
Her name was Leila, with dirty blond hair,
A girl with her beauty was very rare.
But once familiar, you'd know she was sweet,
Her first priority were friends, none could compete.
Indecency attracted immature guys,
But her exposed heart captured her friends' eyes.

So all gathered in the car for this drive.
Even though they all were late to arrive,
They didn't miss out on most of the fun.
Little did they know, it had only begun.

Author's Note

Characters' real names and some of their personality traits were changed.