I'm still in shock from what had just happened as I walk back towards my dressing room.
I had never really talked to a boy around my age, let alone a celebrity. And he was acting very suspicious about going to work, which made me curious.
I don't know why he wants to see me again, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high and end up disappointed.
Once I reach my dressing room, I change back into my denim shorts and blue tank top, taking my pointe shoes off and replace them with my gray converse.
I pull my long brown hair out of its ballet bun so it rests in waves down my back.
I decided to leave my bag in the dressing room and come back for it after the concert, which should be starting any minute now.
Without even thinking, I check my reflection in the mirror to see if I look presentable.
I was surprised by my actions, because I usually don't care how I look, but I found myself trying to impress Ansel, if he actually came back to see me like he said he would.
He seemed down to Earth when I met him, but he could just be one of those celebrities who will just mess around with me, telling me he wants to see me again and then won't come back.
I take a deep breath before exiting the dressing room and make my way back to the stage, where the concert would be.
I see large groups of girls making their way to the stage, in very revealing outfits.
I must have stood out in my outfit, it was very different then everyone else's. I glance down at my clothes, which covered much more than theirs did, but I didn't care.
I recognized some of the girls from school, all of them with their friends.
It was Mark who was checking tickets at the door, so he just let me in without one.
I make my way to the seats fairly close to the stage, about five rows back. There were a group of girls I had never seen before sitting in the row, with one seat left on the end.
"Is anyone sitting here?" I ask the girl sitting closest to me.
She stays silent but shakes her head, turning back to her friends. I sit down next to her and look around as everyone begins taking their seats.
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A few minutes later, the lights begin to dim and everyone starts to cheer as the curtain opens, revealing the band.
It was weird to think just half an hour ago, I was dancing on that stage. I used to dance for crowds this large all the time before my mother died.
Everyone stood when the band started playing, singing along to their songs and pumping their fists.
I felt slightly out of place, with no friends with me to dance with, and I had never even heard of the bands before.
I stand along with them eventually and let myself cut loose a little bit, dancing slightly to the music.
After the band played a few songs, they paused and the lead singer started announcing into the microphone.
"We want to thank you all so much for coming, we hope you're enjoying it so far!" He says, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers, "We'd like you all to welcome our guest DJ here tonight, in his home town for the premiere of his new single, Unite, here is Ansel Elgort!" The man points back towards a stage entrance as Ansel comes walking through it.
My jaw drops at his words as I watch Ansel walk out onto the stage, waving to the crowd as their screams greatened.
*Authors Note*
Ooooooh, Ansel is the guest DJ! Thank you all so much for nearly 25 reads, that's awesome! I hope you guys like it, please tell me what you think!
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