When we got to the concert, we saw thousands of girls screaming wearing Cody Simpson tees, holding posters, and acting crazy.
“The joy of concerts,” said Kristina. “Everyone looses their dignity.”
“Exactly,” I said. “And why am I even here anyway? I DON’T LIKE CODY SIMPSON!”
Just then, about a hundred girls turned to look at me, glaring.
“I was joking,” I said. “He’s amazing. Go team Simpson!”
Just then a girl came up to you. She was about 14, 2 inches shorter than you, with a grim expression on her face. She had blonde hair and very intimidating grey eyes.
“We are called simpsonizers. Get it right.”
“Look,” I said to her. “I got tickets from someone because I was in the hospital. Not because I necessarily wanted to go.”
Whispers were forming all around. ‘That’s Brittany,’ someone said. ‘She’s the president of the number one Cody Simpson fan club in the country’.
“Well BRI-T-ANY, I don’t care about what you’re saying or this ‘Cody Simpson’.
Everyone gasped.
“You’ll regret saying that,” Brittany said. “I’ll make sure of it.” And then she strolled away.
“Oh no!” I said. “I’m sooo scared!”
Then Brittany turned around and gave me a glare. She looked like she was about to say something but then someone screamed:
“OH MY GOD! LOOK! ITS ALLI SIMPSON!”
And then everyone ran away.
“Now THAT,” Kristina said. “Was funny! She looked like she was about to come and kill you!”
“Haha! I know!” I replied. “But those Grey eyes were intimidating.
Just then, someone touched my arm and I turned around.
It was a guy who had blonde hair, aqua eyes, and a perfect smile.
“Yes?” you said to him.
He took off his sunglasses and smiled at me.
“Am I supposed to have some sort of a reaction towards this?” you said. “Because I have no idea what you’re trying to do.”
He looked pretty disappointed. “Umm… just wanted to introduce myself I guess. I’m Cody.”
He stuck out his hand.
“I’m Bree,” you said, shaking his hand.
“So what are YOU doing at a Cody Simpson concert?” you asked.
“Well,” he said. “I’m a boy simpsonizer, I guess.”
“I’m not even sure that I am a fan anyways. I think I’m just gonna go home.”
He looked almost hurt. “Wait! NO! Uh… I mean you should come backstage.”
“You have a backstage pass?”
“I’m always backstage,” he said, winking at you.
“Cool,” I said. I turned to look at Kristina. She nodded for me to go on.
“Great!” I said to her. “I’ll text you after the concert.”
“Kay.” She said, smiling.
