Part 3 (Who Said Staring Was So Bad?)

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  I could not believe what I was about to do. For me, I was horrified. I would be breaking in to a concert, while my friend watched from 2nd row. I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car and hid in the bushes. The moment her knuckles hit the metal door, I could have swore I was dead. When the hefty guard stepped into the dim street light and started talking to Jorah, I bolted. Slipping in just as the door closed. Setting aside the mixed-feelings I had, I continued to a sort of podium backstage hoping to find a pass. I was looking through the piles of paper when I heard a voice call out from behind me. "HEY, YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE!" Panicked I ran for the door only to be stopped by two large hands on the back of my shoulders. I fell to the ground to hope It would slow him down. I was so scared I was screaming and frankly, so was he. We were stopped by a confused looking band. Shocked I stood up dusted my self off. But all I could say was "Um...Hi?" I was in awe that is was happening.

 Ryan's eyes are amazing. I couldn't stop staring at them. And well neither could he. Brendon was talking the situation over with security, Spencer and Jon were just hanging out. Though Ryan was standing next to Brendon his gaze was fixed on me. I could tell. Finally the security guard spoke up. "Okay I am going to leave it up to the band weather or not you get to stay. Brendon just peered at the rest of the band. Spencer just shrugged. Ryan spoke up and said "I think she should stay." Jon looked at me then Ryan then the security before he spoke. "Then I guess she can stay!" As I smiled you could hear the crowd get impatient. I was worried if they didn't get out there soon everyone would go haywire!

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