The Boy Band Trap

August 6th. Early Afternoon.

§ Clara §

By the time I get off of my laptop it's 12. I hear the rumble of a engine die. I run down the stairs.

"Hey mom!" I give her a hug and a kiss.

"Hey honey. How was the mall? You were out when I came home." My mom looks just like me, but shorter. She could be my sister.

"It was great. Guess who tagged along."

"Who?" She looks worried but excited.

"The band."

"What band?"

"Crave."

"Like they were at a meet and greet?" She is obviously out of the loop. But that's what makes her so lovable.

"No. I have Mash's number. And well he brought the band."

"That's right. I forgot you had that boys number. That's great hun." She forgot again. She sometimes does that. She's always rapped up in work. "So what about today."

"We need to be there at four."

"Why so early?"

"We now have VIP tickets."

"How!" Her eyebrows shoot up.

"The boys. And afterwards we go for pizza."

"That sounds like fun hun. I got to do some files before we leave."

"Okay." Mom has never really been one to pry in my life. She's always been too busy with work to really need to. I guess being a single mom is not what it's like in the movies.

I go to the freezer in the kitchen. I take out a plastic bag of frozen breaded chicken. I grab the deep fryer and plug it in. After five minutes I place the chicken into the oil. The cold chicken screams as it cooks.

Yum.

After another five, ten minutes I take the chicken out and unplug the fryer. I take out a tortilla shredded cheese, lettuce, and sour cream. I put the tortilla on a plate and put the shredded cheese over it. I head up the tortilla in the microwave. I cut the chicken into little pieces. I take the tortilla out of the microwave and put the lettuce on it. Then sour cream. Finally I put the chicken on it and roll it up. I take the plate upstairs to my room.

No need for a real run today. Going up these stairs is enough.

I go to YouTube (again), and look up PAINT.

NSYNC
Midlife is tough babe.
I've seen boy bands come and go.
I never got my GED or my guest spot on GLEE. Since I turned fourtey three.

ONE DIRECTION
Cold corporate suits in the room can smell it. Simon Says we're brand new.
They all know we're beautiful.
That's make you buy our shizzz.

JB's
I'm breaking up, breaking up with you Disney. And lighting up, lighting up with team Miley.

BACKSTREET
Your one desire, make us retire.
Back street is here to stay, yeah boy bands are here to stay.

Buzz, Buzz.

1 message from Jake

Hey Clar, can I call you that? Anyway, you excited for tonight? We've been working our butts off for tonight. Sent at 12:14 P.M.

Yeah, most of my friends do anyway. Heck yeah I'm excited. It better be good. I'm going to hold it to you that it is. Sent at 12:15 P.M.

It will be. Hold it to me all you like, cuz I know. Sent at 12:15 P.M.