Honestly. Where are people's manners these days? If you're gonna cut me off, have the decency to flip me off as well. And if you're going to insult me, at least punch me or something painful too. And, Justin, if you're going to pee in my mother's restaurant's bucket, please take the time to shit in our kitchen sinks also.
I don't really enjoy J's recent "activities". They are incredibly impolite, rude, unnecessary, and definitely unlike Justin. He was just recently in my mom's restaurant and he completely violated his welcome. And actually, my mother gave him our V.I.P. table and our best waitress, me. Oh well, what's done is done and it can't be undone. But that's the last time I saw Justin Bieber. At least that's what I thought.
A week later, school started and my best friend, Sydney, told me she got three Justin Bieber concert tickets. One for her, one for Zoe, our other best friend, and one for me. 'Cause I totally wanted to go right? Wrong. "Kinzie, seriously, you have to go! It will be a blast! And it's tomorrow! I have had these tickets since forever!" Sydney whined.
"You know what? Fine, I'm gonna go and I'm gonna waste an entire night of my life on a wanna-be Justin Timberlake." I agreed. Zoe and Sydney jumped up and down in excitement. "This will be so much fun Kinzie! I promise." Zoe squealed.
Morning came and I remembered the concert. Awesome. At least I get to skip school. I threw on a t-shirt and some spandex, grabbed my beats (a type of headphones) and headed down stairs. Zoe called, "are you gonna be ready around ten? The concert is at eleven." "Yeah Zo, I'm gonna be ready. Did Sydney get back stage passes too? Please say no." I begged. "I'm not sure. I will text her and ask, but if she did dont make a big deal out of it. Her mom will get mad if you don't appreciate the tickets, you know." Then she hung up.
Sydney showed up in her silver convertible and honked the horn. I was wearing a white headband, tied at the top, pulling back my straight hair. I had a red cold shoulder shirt and a pair of cropped jeans on. Bright red lipstick is always one of my many pleasures as well. I ran out to meet Sydney and Zo. "So how long is this nightmare going to last, exactly?" I asked. Sydney scoffed, "Lord, Kinz. Try to be positive! This is going to be fun!" I rolled my eyes. "Okay, deal. Do you have backstage passes?" I asked biting my lip. "Yep. My mom thought we would want to meet him. But of course if you don't want to go in we can give your ticket to some little girl or something." Sydney smirked.
When we got to the stadium, and found our seats, I stared up. No, not out. Up. We were in the front row! Okay, maybe this will be fun... "Kinzie! Look!" Zoe shouted over the crowd. I looked up at the stage and there he was. Justin Bieber. When we were in the restaurant, it didn't really feel real. He just seemed too normal, but here with thousands of screaming fans, he seemed kind of... Famous, I guess. I let out a loud screeching noise and immediately slapped my hand over my mouth. Sydney looked over at me laughing. "It's okay Kinz! We won't judge you if you change your mind!" She shouted.
I smiled. Okay I'm gonna make this amazing. Well it kind of is, isn't it? I screamed, putting my hands up in the air , shouting his name. Strangely, I felt like he looked down, at me. No. No he didn't. "I would like everyone to say something to a special person for me! Can you do that?" He said suddenly. There was a loud rawer of approval. "Say, 'I'm so sorry Kinzie!" He said. An ear-splitting scream of "I'm sorry Kinzie's" were displayed just then.
What? Me? What? I was so confused. No, Kinz, it's not you. I told myself. Justin looked down at me and for a split second I thought he.. Smiled at me. "I really am sorry Kinzie." He said. As he was staring into my eyes. So, it was me. Why us he sorry? He can't remember that I was his waitress can he? Sydney and Zoe were completely mind blown. Their mouths wide open staring at me. I shrugged and mouthed, "I have no idea!"
When the concert was over, I started heading to the car. "Hold up, Cinderella," Sydney shouted, "You are going backstage whether you want to or not." I rolled my eyes, but I didn't argue. When Sydney wants something, she gets it. I followed them to the long line for "Meet And Greets". It took about and hour and a half but we finally made it to the front. Showing them our passes, we walked in the door and it slowly shut behind us.
There was a red curtain and the guards were on the other side of the door. There was a freaking red curtain between me and Justin Bieber. Sydney looked like she would puke and Zoe looked like a ticking time bomb. We walked up to the curtain and Zoe reached out to pull it open. Before she had a chance to touch it, Justin appeared. He had pulled it open first, obviously.
