This is fiction. I have never met Avril Lavigne but I can dream!
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My name is Adam. I work for the police now but while I was a university I made some extra cash working as a security guard at rock festivals and sporting events. It was good money but it was mostly pretty dull. Mostly.
It was at a big rock festival. I was taking my lunch break at about 1am (I was on nightshift). Being pretty senior I'd managed to blag a backstage pass. It was usually pretty quite back there, amongst the trailers, since the the big stars usually stayed on their tour busses so I was surprised when I saw a big group of guys in a circle. My security guard instincts kicked in and I picked up a crowbar that had been leaned against a trailer and jogged over.
I quickly saw that the guys were trying to rape a young girl so I shouted out
"Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?". They turned round to look at me and I realised I was in trouble. I'm 6 foot and quite well built but each of them was bigger than me and there was 5 of them. They attacked without warning. Luckily they didn't see the crowbar held low in my right hand and I managed to catch one on the temple and another in the stomach before receiving several blows to the head and being forced against the wall. I was pinned there and the blows rained in for what seemed like hours. Then, out of nowhere there was a screeching of tyres and Jamie, Ben and Dave, the mobile security patrol piled out of a car and joined the fray.
"Get the girl out of here!" Jamie yelled to me as he sent a thug staggering back. Only when I ran over to the girl did it suddenly strike.
"Shit, your Avril Lavigne!" I said and immediately winced. Not exactly the classiest introduction. I tried to persuade her to walk with me but she just grabbed me and clung to me, shaking, so I swept her up in my arms and carried her.