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"Yep, the others are in a VIP room upstairs," he tells me.
"How come your not with them," I ask him.
"Because I didn't want to go up there," he explains to me.
"Cool," I tell him.
"You want to go and get something to drink?" He asks.
"Sure, let me just tell my Mom," I tell him. After i tell my Mom where I am going, I grab some money out of my bag and we head to the food court that was on the main floor. I guess I should mention that his body guard is with us.
After we all get our drinks we find a table where there aren't alot of preople around.
"So how old are you?"Howie asks me after we have all sat down.
"I'm seventeen, but I turn eightteen in about two and a half months,"I reply.
"I'm guessing your birthday is sometime in May," He tells me with a questioning look.
"May 8th to be exact<" I reply.
"Cool, so you recognized me when you looked at me, huh?"He asks me with a smile.
"Yeah,"I reply.
"It's not hard when your sitting right next to me,"I tell him smiling.
"I guess not,"He replys laughing.
"Are you a fan," He asks witha bit of seriousness.
"Well yeah. I enjoy your music and I think you guys are cool people, but I'm not one of those fans who are um...," I explain not knowing what word to use.
"Crazy," Howie supplys,"You know the ones who scream, try to grab us, you know all the stuff fans are now being described as."
"Yeah," I reply.
"I could have told you that from when we first met her," Ricky, the security guard that was with us, says.
"Haha," Howie tells him. then we all kinda look at each other and start laughing.
"So are you going to gamble any Howie?" Ricky asks him.
"Nope,"Howie replys.
"Why not?"Ricky asks.
"Because I'm not into all that stuff," Howie replys simply.
"Cool and of course your not going to gamble right Kimmie?" Ricky asks me.
"of course! Why would I gamble anyway," I tell him,"I'm not into gamblinbg either.
"Cool, I doubt that I am going to gamble," Ricky tells us.
"I didn't think you would either," Howie tells him.
"So what kind of things are you interested in?" Howie asks me.
"Lots of things," I tell them. I then tell them about my teaching and taking dance classes, working with kids, etc.
"Wow thats pretty cool," Howie says after I'm done explaining.
"I have a feeling that you love to dance,"Ricky questions me.
"Yep, I basically love performing, you know dancing, acting, singing. But i also love doing choreography," I tell them.
"Cool, so you've heard of Fatima then?" Howie asks me.
"Yeah, you could say she's a role model to me," I tell him.
"Well the I'll just have to introduce you to her," Howie tells me.
"How long are you going to be here?" Ricky asks me,"Also what are you here for?"
"Well I'm here for a week, we leave friday the 21st. And I'm here because my parents have the Goodyear conference to go to. So they brought me and my sister along," I explain to them.
"Man I wish my parents had done that when I was younger. They used to go on trips all the time and leave me and my brothers at home," Ricky tells us.
"It can get somewhat tiresom," I tell Ricky.
"Yeah I know, cause my parents leaving to go on the trips would get tiresome," Ricky tells me.
"So what are you guys here for?" I ask them.
"For vacation, but I'm going to be going to the Music Awards to kinda represent everyone," Howie replys.
"cool, when do you leave?" I ask him.
"I think were leaving the same day as you but I'm not sure," he replys.
