to the moon. /m.c./

f o u r t y

I grabbed my--Michael's jean jacket and walked out the door. Tonight was the night of the concert, and finally, seeing Michael again.

As I walked up towards the venue, my eyes widened. There was a large picture of the boys on the side of the building, and I couldn't help but blush and take a photo. (I also took a selfie with the photo where it looked like I was squeezing Michael's head.)

I took my place in the front row and waited for them to come out, as there was no opening act. I squealed as I saw Ash take his place at the drums, banging out a rhythm. Then, Luke, Calum, and Mikey ran out, Michael was right in front of me. He had on a pair of skinny jeans with one leg black, the other striped. He had on a tank top that I had bought for him, and I was shocked to see that his hair was now green. He looked down into the crowd and we locked eyes. His face immediately brightened and he winked at me, I returned his affection by blowing a kiss. 

"This is a new song off of our album, it's called She Looks So Perfect!" Luke's voice rang throughout the arena, and the crowd went wild. 

I sang along, jumping up and down like a crazed kangaroo, and waved my arms in the air. I heard hundreds of girl screaming the boys' names, and joined in, shouting "I love you Luke!" and "Marry me, Ashton!"

The concert went by quickly, and then Michael began speaking into the microphone, small beads of sweat rolling down his face. "This next song is one that we haven't released or played anywhere yet...that's because I wrote it just a few weeks ago. I want Jo--this girl to know how much I care about her, and just how much I l--" he cleared his throat. "How much I like her."

I felt my cheeks heating up as he began playing, and I listened to the lyrics intently. 

"I want to breathe you in like your vapour

I want to be the one you remember

I want to feel your love like the weather

All over me, all over me

I want to print our hands in the pavement

Savour your words, I won't ever waste them

Look in your eyes and know just what you meant

So lie to me, just lie to me..."

They smiled and waved goodbye to the audience, and then as they left, Michael held up a finger to me and mouthed the word 'stay.'

I did as told, pretending to put my stuff in my bag. That is, until I was approached by a security guard. "Are you Josie Kennedy?" He asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes," I replied, picking up my stuff.

"Come with me."