I drove my neon green Dodge Charger down the streets of Sydney, Australia. Why am I there you may ask? I'm there to see my favorite band: 5 Seconds Of Summer play! And I may be able to meet my favorite band member: Luke Hemmings! Everything about him is perfect, from his baby blue eyes, to his spiky blonde hair, to his silver lip ring! I press my foot harder on the gas petal. My car zooms through the streets, and I brake hard, nearly falling out the windshield. "Woah there tiger!" I heard a voice say. "Who are you?" I ask. I roll down my window only to be face to face with THE Luke Hemmings! "Luke. Luke Hemmings. And you?" He smiled at me, melting my heart. "Autumn. Autumn Stanley." I say. He held out his hand. I reached out and shook it. He brought it up to his pink lips and kissed it. 'THE LUKE HEMMINGS JUST KISSED MY HAND OMG!!!' I thought to myself. "Can you give me a ride to the 5sos concert?" He asked. "Sure, but I drive like a maniac." I said. He smiled again and chuckled, making my heart skip a beat. I unlocked the car doors and he got in the car. "You got any paper?" I nodded and handed him a note pad (Covered in cat stickers) and a pen (Also covered in cat stickers). He wrote down something while I drove, pressing down on the gas petal all the way. Luke looked up at me. "Aye why are you so mad love?" I blushed at him calling me 'love'. "My boyfriend broke up with me, and kicked me out of MY house, almost killed MY dog, and slapped me." I said through gritted teeth. My dog Levi, was in the back seat. He was a Red & Rust Doberman Pinscher. I loved him more than anything. "Who is he?! I'll kill him!" Luke said. "It's fine. I handled it." I smiled even though I wasn't okay. I didn't want him to be upset before his concert. He handed me the notepad. IT HAD HI NUMBER ON IT! "Maybe we can meet after the concert yeah?" He asked. "Yeah! Sure. Wanna get coffee?" I said. "Sounds good. Listen, I gotta go. So don't do anything stupid. Kay?" He said biting his lip. "Kay." I watched him leave my car and called my best friend, Gracia. "GRACIAAAAA I HAVE THE LUKE HEMMINGS NUMBER!!!" I screeched. "Jesus Christ! Chill out! Take deep breaths and text me later. I'm busy. STUPID ARSE BEACH! Sorry I'm stuck in traffic." She sighed. "It's okay good luck not swearing!" I smiled as I remembered our deal: She can't swear, and I can't chicken out on anything. "Haha. Ttyl sis." She hung up. 'Now let's see about a parking spot' I thought as I drove through the cramped parking lot, anxious to see Luke play. I parked in the grass, and got out of my car. I brushed off my blue Virginia Beach tank top, and smoothed out my black skinny jeans. 'Here we go' I walked in.
