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      "I can't believe we're doing this." Kaitlyn screams from the passenger seat. "Shut up." I laugh, "I'm trying to focus." I pull into the closest parking space to the hotel. "This hotel is really nice. Are you sure it wasn't too expensive for your mom?" I ask, unbuckling my seat belt. She shakes her head, "Only the best for the best." We grab our suitcases from the backseat and make our way through the double doors. a cool breeze follows us as the smell of the fancy hotel seduces us. Kaitlyn finds our reservation and gets the key. "Plus it's only 5 minutes away from where the concert is being held." She says, as we step into the elevator.

      "Oh my gosh, this is amazing!" I squeal, running my hand over the silk curtains and flipping the tv on. "Yeah, I'm actually exhausted, though." She says, flopping onto the bed. "Whatever." I roll my eyes. "IT'S 2 AM! I'm allowed to be tired!" She yells, throwing a lavender scented pillow at me. "I know! But in less than 48 hours, we will be watching 5 Seconds of Summer live!" I say, throwing the pillow back at her face. She looks at me, grins, then runs over and plugs her phone into the portable speaker she brought from her house.

    Music starts blasting through the speaker and we jump up and start to dance. "Started out like in the movies, but it ended like a bad dream. Curtain opened, heard the crowd roar, this was a repeat, I've seen it before."

            I belt out the lyrics loudly as Kaitlyn jumps up onto the bed. We hear a loud banging on the wall to our left. "Grumpy neighbors." I say with a laugh. This makes Kaitlyn sing louder. The person banging on the wall does it about 4 more times until there's a loud knocking on our door.

     "Crap." I say, turning off the music. What if it's the hotel's manager and they're kicking us out? Kaitlyn hums along the the previous song as we both check the peephole to see who it is. The person presses their finger to the peephole, blocking our view. "Ooh, creepy. Should we open it?" She asks. "Why not?" I shrug, turning the lock and throwing the door open.

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