Bandnapping

  You could say my friends and I are obsessed with One Direction. But I say we're dedicated Directioners. And today...well, we decided to do something we might regret doing... "Are you sure we should do this?" Diana asked us.

  "Yes, Diana! Stop being so insecure," I said. "We are doing this and we are going to get away with it!" Celestia declaired. "Now, let's go!"

  I carried a backpack that was full of supplies we probably would need: Duck tape, a sack, a text book from school, tracking device chips, walkie-talkies, and some knives and guns. Nothing much. We handed the security guard our tickets and we entered the concert. Diana walked in the opposite direction as us. "Where are you going?" Celeste and I whispered to her. "I didn't pay $120.00 for nothing!" Diana pointed out.

  Celeste and I groaned. "Fine. The concert should be over in about three hours. Meet us here," Celeste explained. Diana scurried off to her seat while we waited in the lobby of the stadium. Don't get me wrong- I love One Direction, but we had to wait here and watch to see who were walking by.

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  I loooked down the hallway. "They're coming!" I whisper-yelled to Diana and Celeste into my walkie-talkie. "Hide in the supply closet! I'm going into the dressing room!" Quietly, I slipped through the door with star on it labeled, "One Direction." I locked it to save some time.

  I pulled out my walkie-talkie again and talked into it. "Diana, go to the parking lot and start up the van! I'll call you when I'm ready!" Talking came from behind the door and it opened. Five boys stood there, wide-eyed. "Who are you?" Harry asked. "Oh, no one," I answered.

  The closer I walked towards them the farther they stepped back. "CELESTE! COME ON!" I yelled. She walked in and I handed her a gun, which she pointed in One Direction's direction. I pulled out a knife and stepped behind Louis. "Don't move. Or it's going through your kneck one way or another..." I whispered into his ear, the sharp blade just inches away from his flesh.

  Celeste and I dropped our weapons and pulled out the heavy Economics text books. "Sorry, but I have to do this, Louie!" I wacked him on the head with the book until he passed out. The other boys ran over to the door, but Celeste picked up her gun again. "Going somewhere?" she asked deviously. Once all the boys were passed out, we taped their mouths and put the tracking devices behind their ears.

  We tip-toed along the wall until we were outside. Diana pulled up the white mini-van and we hopped in. "Russia, anyone?" she asked us.