[Winner of The Fanfiction Award 2017 for Best Magcon/OGOC Fanfiction]
Sadie Salvay, a girl who is never in trouble.
A girl who was never asked on a date, knew a guy who liked her, or even had her first kiss.
A girl who never had music in her life.
A...
--------------------------------------- Hey guys! I would like to thank you so much for all the comments! I was sick, and they made me laugh, making my day a whole lot better, so thank you!
The picture above is Shawn in the soundcheck in Madrid. This chapter contains a lot of media, and I hope you like it. I am never sure if having media is annoying or not, so please tell me if you enjoyed having it, so I can start putting more. I know the media below is exaggerated in quantity, but I felt like I had to put it to create the scene.
(P.S. I said it in the description of this story that I would tell you guys when media is owned by me, so I'll say it. The photos of the Shawn VIP Laminate, Shawn's outfits on the mannequins, his prizes, him in the Madrid soundcheck (picture above) and his guitar WERE taken by me.)
About the video above... <3 *sigh*
Good reading! Xxx, Sara ---------------------------------------
I instantly sit up the moment Aunt Martina touched my shoulder in order to wake me up, and I quickly realize what is going on.
The day is today.
I jumped out of my best so fast with excitement, not managing to control myself. I eat my breakfast, and after taking a shower and brushing my teeth and hair, I straighten my hair a bit so it could be a little bit tamed, and I slip on the clothes I had separated for today: a shirt I had ordered especially for the concert which is white and in black had written Mendes 98, dark skinny jeans, a dark blue fake leather jacket and some ankle boots, which of course, did not have heels.
Unlike other girls who like to wear sky high heels, I can't bare them. I may find them pretty, but not enough for me to wear them and humiliate myself by wobbling on them.
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As soon as I am done, we leave and for the arena, where the concert would be held. With every meter that we are closer to the arena and the more seconds that passed by, the more times my heart skips a beat. Arriving there, we went straight to the box office to clear our doubts involving the soundcheck. However, it was closed, so we decided to ask a security staff member.
This did not go so well.
"Umm. Hablas English?" I ask.
Capturing the message with difficulty, he shakes his head, to my big dismay.
"Umm... Box office? Cuando open?" I ask, pointing towards the sign which said "box office".
"No está abierto." Not opened yet. I sigh, frustrated. Why couldn't I have searched this up on google before and rehearsed it?
"Cuando?" I repeat, pointing repeatedly to where a watch would be on my wrist.
He shrugged, indifferent to managing to clear my doubt or not. All I wanted to do was say "Gracias for nothing!", but I contained myself, and still polite, I say "Gracias." serenely.
