*skipping the car ride scene... lol nothing was going to happen.
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-{Nevaeh's POV}-
The ride was long, but we finally made it to the venue for the pre-show. As we wait in line, I can feel my knees getting weak as we approach the door to enter the stadium. This kid is so great. I can't believe we're going to be so close to him... I think to myself, he has the personality, drive, passion, voice ..and not to mention the looks.. I need to talk to him. I devise up a little plan in my mind but don't mention it to Melodie, I couldn't do that to her. Who knows, he might even like gingers, I say in my head laughing quietly to myself. "I'm so excited!" Andrea says, as animated as possible. "Me too!" Melodie and I say, then laughing. It's odd, because we're so much alike, yet nothing alike at the same time. It's almost like we have the same brain but different bodies--almost.
We were now two people away from the door. We're so close, the smell of his cologne tingled my sense. 'Usher VIP' cologne--figures. This was my one and only chance to make introduce myself to this amazing boy, I will not mess it up.
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-{Melodie's POV}-
After an hour long ride in our decked out Volkswagen, we're finally here, about to walk in to the venue. A woman puts her hand out, "tickets please." OH MY GOODNESS, WE'RE AT THE DOOR. I hand her my ticket and she scans the bar-code, "have fun ladies," she says to us then motions to the left, "the floor is this way."
"Hey!" I hear coming from behind me. "What's your name?" The face behind the voice is ... just some girl, wanting to make friends. We swap Twitter names and our travel stories, then head out to the floor. Nevaeh looks my way, "we're finally here Mel, we're finally here!!" We jump up and down in excitement and let out a typical girly squeal. We calm ourselves down, and make our way to where the pre-show party is held. I look at the stage and see Justin's dancers warming up; hitting their dougie and finishing with a cat daddy. (haha) Next thing you know, Scooter Braun, Scooter freaking Braun!!, is on the stage. I can see his mouth moving, but am not processing what he is saying--I am still in disbelief that I am even here right now. "Well, that sucks!" I return back to Earth to realise my mother is talking to me. "What did he say?" I ask, referring to Scooter. "Justin won't be out for another 15 minutes," mom says. "That's okay, it'll just build suspense," I say, trying to hide my excitement. I think to myself, every teenage popstar has to be a diva sometimes, right?
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