waiting, waiting, my HP laptop, older than me warmed my lap as I searched through twitter for news on the dates, gaga answering tweets, all but mine
ME: "@ladygaga any news on the born this way ball?"
Gaga:...
just my luck, "gaga is now following ladygagastan blah blah"
"lady gaga retweeted bornthiswayy blah blah"
I only wish that I could be on that followings list. Finally, '1 New Tweet' opening the tweet was surprisingly a huge step in my life, right after winning a maths competition, my life was pretty dull, top in, English, Maths, Science, French, people even say I'm top in lunch i just pretty much shrug and carry on revising, I always wish that I could do this yeah over again, you know, a new haircut, not wear my jumper each day at school, be the person I admire, we actually have alot in common, I got to the same school she did - Sacread Heart School. The teachers are stuck in there ways, no hair-bows, no versace leather jackets, I don't know how gaga survived here! They have a small wall dedicated to her with photos of her at school and songs she wrote there, this is where I eat at lunch
White 20 year old ceiling above my head, cuttings out of gaga in magazines, I could see under my desk, old pencil sharpening and dirt. I was on the floor, I feel over due to shock, my covers were my suspension rope as I reached back to my laptop, the dates...
"whoaa" There was anger in my tone. There were no dates for America,
"HONEY?!" the floor met my face again, they had a nice long conversation, my mom was in the doorway standing loose with concern, "I heard a thump, are you ok?" I managed to get up and shut my laptop before she could push her nose and gawp into my twitter. She flounced in, looking at my posters that I had previously taken down, she seemed confused, like seeing 14 crown in my shoulders,
"Mom, you know lady ga.."
"YES!"
"well... her new concert is starting soon and i was wondering if i could... urrm.. go?"
"ohh, right,"
There was silence, all she could say was, 'we'll have to see' and sat on my bed,
"Just give me a minute"
she glared at her nails and interrogated my bed. My twitter was on fire, no fire extinguisher could de-flame this! I had already missed loads, people tweeting others to go to the dates with them. I felt alone, my chair swizzled around 180 degrees, Einsteins favorite degree - this kind of information made me want to change. This and Isaac Newtons 4th favorite letter, g - GAGA! that's how I remember this, where am I going with this. my mom glanced at my, doing one of the oldest hand gestures ever the 'hurry up and finish' gesture a sort of hand spin, I had to go. I didn't know what she was going to talk about with me, but I could only presume was negative. I close up my only world that I'm confident in and open my world of disaster... Here we go.
