Chapter 7

       “Let’s go. We need to get up early tomorrow,” I said breaking the
silence that had settled over us. “So Brian told you he was one of the Backstreet
Boys?”

	“Yeah, and he sang for me,” she said dreamily. “I forgot to ask how we
were going to get in,” she said suddenly, her face terrified.

	“Don’t worry, Kevin is sending somebody out there with our tickets and
backstage passes. We have it covered. Now spill it. What did Brian say?”

	We walked home, through the dark streets gossiping about what they
had said. Whitney said Brian had acted like an angel to her and that he had
invited her to be his date for the upcoming awards ceremony in New York. I
was happy for her and by the time we had made it back to our little apartment,
we had decided to get up at 5pm and be out of there by 7:00 so we could be at
the venue by 7:45. 

	When the alarm went off, I hit it and wondered why it said 5:00. We
didn’t get up until eight. Then I realized that we needed to get up for the
concert. Whitney was just waking up and letting it be known to me that she
wasn’t happy. We both managed to stumble to the kitchen area and get out
breakfast. After we were coherent, we looked around for clothes appropriate to
wear. Knowing there would be lots of children there, we opted for more
conservative outfits than I was used to. 

	“How about this?” I asked, holding up a silver top with ties in the back. I
had trimmed it with black velvet and made a design of little silver stars along
the top trim of velvet.

	“Good for you. Now we need to decide on me,” Whitney said going
back to her frantic hunt for acceptable clothes. She finally pulled out a blue and
white tank top that was cropped just above her belly button making it a great
shirt to wear with her favorite pair of blue jeans.  I had done the dye job myself,
creating a one of a kind specially for her. 

	We were dressed, made up and ready to go by 7:15, making us only a
little late. We hurried downtown, me wearing dark sunglasses to save my
sensitive eyes. After hunting around the south entrance we saw a man in a suit
searching the faces of the crowd intently. He was tall and very bulky. I assumed
he was one of their bodyguards. I walked directly up to him a tapped his
shoulder. He looked at us and pulled out my drawing making sure we were the
correct fans. 

Chapter 8

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