I was so excited to get to the Ready Set concert that I wasn't watching where I was going. I ran through that place as fast as I could. As I stepped up onto the curb I ran into a guy, stumbling backwards. I yelped in pain, clutching my elbow. The guy held out his hand to me, giving his apologies. I faintly recognized the voice without looking up to see who it was. That accent so familiar. As I lifted my head, I made eye contact with the one and only, Braden Barrie. I couldn't believe my eyes, my favorite singer was right in front of me. He apologized again but I couldn't make out any words.
"Come with me, you need to get that arm looked at." He said as he helped me up.
I managed to respond with a few words, "But the concert."
He shushed me and lead me to a first aid room. They bandaged my arm and told me I needed an X-ray as soon as possible because there was no doubt about it being broken.
When I went back out into the hall Braden was leaning against the wall, head in hands, looking awfully nervous. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and jumped up. "How are you? Are you okay?"
As I studied his features, I noticed his concerned eyes, he genuinely cared about me. "It's most likely broken but I am not missing this concert because of a slight injury."
He smirked, the corner of his mouth presented a crooked smile and his eyes sparkled. I began to feel hot, the nerves set in. I can't talk to him, he's a celebrity. What am I doing? "I have to find my seat, I'm sure it's starting soon." I glanced at my phone and turned to walk away.
He grabbed my good arm. "Wait, I didn't catch your name." I turned back around, looking into his dreamy eyes one more time, "Elizabeth." I walked away, in search of my seat.
