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𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄...
I tap my fingers against the wooden table as I wait for my friend, Victoria, to get ready. Vicky had recently purchased two front row tickets to a Michael Jackson concert and she'd bitten my ear off just trying to convince me to go.
So here I am waiting for her when she was supposed to be ready an hour ago.
"Vicky!" I call in annoyance, "any time now!" I yell.
"I'm coming! Can you wait?" she yells back playfully.
I roll my eyes and huff. She's way too excited about this concert. Vicky happens to be an avid fan of Michael Jackson and she's so engrossed in picking the perfect outfit. I'm an avid fan as well, however I prefer not to see him live. I prefer staying in and dreaming the impossible - which is to meet him. Somehow I feel as if I'll lose that sense of magic when I attend this concert.
I'll end up being invisible to him.
Well it's for Vicky. She really wants me to go with her so I'll suck it up and go.
"Vicky!" I yell again.
"Hold on!" she yells back, "I need to get my hair perfect!" she fusses.
"You know, you and Michael would make a great match!" I tease, "you're both perfectionists!" I begin to laugh.
"Shut up!" she yells from the room, "what about you?! Ms. I-need-everything-to-be-organized-and-cannot-be-spontaneous," she yells with a shrilly tone.
"Ha.ha." I mutter, "just hurry up,"
Vicky finally walks down the stairs looking like a vision. She's wearing a red skirt and top which I think she looks drop dead gorgeous in.
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Her brown hair is styled so beautifully that my eyes pop out.
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She's got red heels on and heavy makeup.
"Vicky," I gasp, "Michael is going to lose his mind when he sees you," I joke.
"Really? You think?" she asks with hopeful eyes.
"Hell yeah! I mean...he's definitely going to notice you in the crowd!" I cheer.
