"Hey Dawn! Guess what?!" Theresa Schreck exclaimed to her best friend, Dawn Wesenberg.
"Jeez! What?" Dawn asked. Dawn knew that Theresa over-reacted a tad too much, so much that it got annoying.
"I'm going to the Backstreet Boys concert!" Theresa, a 15-year old with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes yelled.
"No fair!" Dawn yelled. "They're my favorite band and you don't really even like em!" The short 14-year old with light brown hair and shining blue eyes exclaimed. "I love them! Well except for Howie. He scares me how he slicks his hair back and wiggles his finger and jumps in a circle! Ack!"
"I know, isn't it annoying how he always calls himself 'Howie D' and he rhymes everything he says, and he always says 'stuff like that' Ugh! What a dork. I personally like Isaac Hanson…and Taylor…and Zac! Ahhhhh! I wish it was Hanson coming instead of the Backstreet Boys!"
"You would! I wonder if my mom will let me go to this concert, too." Dawn said thoughtfully.
"Well, for your sake I hope she does, too…………I like Hanson." Theresa added just out of the blue.
"I know you do." Dawn was always sick of hearing Theresa talk about Hanson. It seemed that was all she could talk about night and day!
"I wish they would come to Milwaukee or Chicago on their Albertane Tour. I've been waiting FOREVER to see them!"
"Yeah." Dawn replied bored.
"Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnggggg!" The phone next to Theresa's bed rang at 7:00 AM the next morning. "Whaaaaaa……" she mumbled. "Hello?" she asked sleepily.
"Theresa! Guess what? I'm going to the Backstreet Boys concert, too! This is going to rock! I will finally see Brian and Aaron Carter in person!" she squealed into the phone to her tired friend.
"Wow, that's just great." Theresa bumbled sarcastically.
"Can't you be happy for me?" she asked.
"What do you want me to do? Give you a parade?" Theresa said rudely.
"Jeez! What crawled up your butt and died?" Dawn asked.
"Your mom!" Theresa shouted back one of her favorite phrases.
"I didn't know she could fit up your butt!" Dawn joked.
"Well, she is pretty short." Theresa joked back. "Okay, well sorry to bust your bubble, but I'm going back off to sleepy-sleepy land. Goodnight!" Theresa hung up the phone and drifted back off to sleep to finish her dream about Hanson (and Dan Kyle and Jim Check-my radio station boyfriends! Hehe-inside joke!)
Theresa woke up four hours later, with the sounds of birds chirping outside. "Isn't it weird…." Her radio sang.
"Whoo-hoo!" she yelled excitedly. She jumped out of bed and started dancing to 'Weird' Hanson's newest single. "Man, do I wish they'd come to Wisconsin." She thought.
