Before I knew it, it was Saturday.I've been dreading this day pretty much all week. I wanted to skip the show, but Abby came early to help me get ready.
"Can't we just stay here tonight?" I whined.
"No, we're going out ,and you're gonna have fun" she sounded like my mom.
"But I have Netflix and ice cream. That's all the fun I need."
"As good as that sounds,no. We are going to this show." she laughed.
"Fine, as long as you know who stays as far away from me as possible we'll be fine."
"Oooooh, about that, we kinda got front row seats."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I kind of arranged this before all this drama happened."
"And you didn't ask for a seat change after the drama?"
"The place was sold out. There's not much I could do."
"Okay" I sighed. "Help me pick out an outfit."
Abby walked to my closet and pulled out a pair of black jeans, and a white tank top.
"Here, put this on." she said as she gave me the hangers.
I ran to the bathroom and did as I was told. When I was done I went back to my room, slipped on my silver flats, and looked in the mirror. Were my arms always that huge?
"I hope you know that I'm not going out with my arms out like this. I'm not exactly skinny you know."
"I know how you are about that. Where's that oversized jacket you have?"
"The denim one?"
"Yeah"
"Hold on." I went to the living room and grabbed it from a chair. I swung it over my shoulders.
"Better?" Abby asked.
"Yeah."
"Now, you're hair." She pulled a flat iron out of her bag. I swear this girl always has everything.
"We could've used mine."
"Well we're using mine. Get over it." She stuck out her tongue. "Now sit."
It took about a half hour to finish my hair. She did my makeup too. I swept my hair to the side in a low ponytail and slipped on a grey beanie that my mom made for me.
"You look so cute!!!!! I'm so proud of myself!!!!" Abby gave herself a pat on the back.
"You're right. Thanks."
"Hold on." she grabbed a black scarf and looped it loosely around my neck. "Okay, done. Now let's go."
We made our way to the train station. We got there right before our train left. The train ride felt like the ride from last week. Just as long, just as nerve wracking.
Abby tapped my shoulder. "You okay?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine. How many stops do we have left?"
"Two.Would it be a bad time to mention that we also have early entry?"
"Please don't tell me you got backstage too."
"Well......."
"Oh no" I rolled my eyes.
"You know what? I've had enough of this." She was starting to sound like my mom again. "You are going to go backstage and talk to him. It's obvious that you two have something special. And I'm not gonna let you blow it because of whatever fear you may have. He makes you happy. I can't remember the last time you were so happy. You need that. You need him. Just admit it, and talk to him before he leaves and it's too late."
