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[concert day, 09:15]

Mandy
"I didn't sleep for a single hour," Amy says immediately when I open the door, and suddenly she squeaks: "I'm gonna meet Shawn Mendes!!!"

I laugh. "Yes, you are, but please don't squeak like that when you're standing in front of him. He's gonna wish that he could flee."

"Of course I will stay calm—you will see." Amy grins a bit conspiratorially. "Are you excited, too? Oh, of course you are, I mean we're gonna meet Shawn Mendes!!!"

I nod and inwardly roll my eyes. Amy has always had a love for dramatics. "Calm down! He's just a boy like you and me. And he doesn't like it when people act like that when they meet him."

"Oh, of course he's just like you and me," Amy laughs. "Are you serious? Do you know how famous he is? Do you know how many famous people he's already met?!"

"No, I don't," I answer. "But I'm not interested either. It is not my business."

"You aren't serious, are you?!" Amy looks at me, shocked.

"Of course I am. I mean, it's not like he asked for everything people are saying about him. And I don't want to be the next person who's only interested in who he is dating and why he and Camila broke up."

"If you're the next person he's dating, then it has to interest you," Amy says, and I don't know if she means herself or me. I shrug.

"O-kay." Amy shrugs too. "So, tell me: What will you wear?!"

"I don't know." I point to my wardrobe. "I haven't thought that much about it. I was thinking more about how to get to the concert venue, which hotel we should book, all that stuff."

Amy seems to wanna cry, but instead she smiles. "We're gonna meet Shawn Mendes and you don't know what to wear. Good. Great. Then let's start thinking, 'cause we've only got three hours until we have to drive."

Amy absolutely wanted to drive to Toronto. I would've taken the train, but she argued that her parents hadn't gifted her a car just for her not to drive it. In the end, I just gave in because I didn't want to continue arguing.