Chapter 5
-Your Point of View
School was finally over. You're on your way to Jingle Ball at the Wells Fargo Center with your best friend, blasting Q102 the entire way there. Sssooooo mmmuuuuccchhhh tttrrraaaffffiiiccc! After what seemed like a never ending drive, you finally arrive. You're there an hour early because the backstage passes allow you to enter an hour before everyone else, score. You walk into the practically empty venue, immediately looking for the bathroom. You have to look perfect. "*yn*! You look fine!" Your best friend assures you. "Thanks love." You tell her. Finally, you go backstage. The walk there seems like forever, when you see Maxwell. "*Yn*! So glad I found you! I have a super big question to ask you!" He says in his enthusiastic radio-host voice. "Sure, what is it" you say with a smile. "Well our first performer, Bridgit Mendler, is back here sick with a stomach flu, I'll leave out the details..." He starts with a laugh. Your smile grows bigger and bigger as you anticipate what he's going to ask. " So um, do you think you could sing in her place?! I think it'd be an awesome opportunity for you, and I already asked my boss and he loves the idea. You're totally capable of rocking the stage." He finishes. "Oh my gosh, are you serious?! This is a dream come true!!! There's just one thing..." You yell, but loosing interest toward the end. "What is it?" he says raising his eyebrows. "Um..Well..I have nothing to sing, nothing planned, like I have no original songs." You say looking down at your feet, disappointed you haven't wrote an original yet. "You can sing mine.." an unfamiliar but familiar at the same time voice says behind you.
