When Dreams Come To Life

This is Based Off of some Weird dream i had and i expanded on it and made it a story .. Yayy?

They board the train and take a seat. They ride in silence as she feels butterflies in her stomach. The closer they get the more jumpy she gets. Three more stops to go. Her mother looks at her and smiles. “Relax; I don’t want you dying before you're even inside.” She tries to calm down when they hear the doors open. “34th street, herald square.” they get up and walk out. Her hands start to shake and they quickly turn cold, a trait she got from her mother.

“Calm down.” her mother tells her as they walk. The concert is at some weird place she never heard of. They continue to walk because her mother knows where it is. They walk into a store and she looks at her mother. “This isn’t the concert.” Her mother gives the man behind the counter a paper and he passes her an envelope. She passes her daughter the envelope and she opens it. The ticket. She can’t help but smile. Her smile is so wide it begins to hurt her cheeks, but she is too excited to care. They continue to walk and her mother leads her outside the store. She looks at her and smiles. “Well, I’m leaving. Have a good time. Talk to you later.” She turns and her daughter pulls her back. “You aren’t coming?” she shakes her head. On the inside she jumps for joy but she doesn’t want her to know, she might change her mind. “Call someone and have them come over. Love you. concert place is on the ticket.” She watches her mother walk away, her smile growing wider.

She calls her best friend who lives a few blocks away. Her name was Priscilla. “Prissy, come to 35th. Don’t ask why just come. And look nice, not too much though.” Her best friend begins to nag her. “Alani, I’m not coming if you don’t tell me why!” she laughs at her best friend. “Fine. I guess you won’t see that kid from Hawaii, or the one with the hair. Or the one with the father. Not to forget the one from Disney, the one that’s Spanish, the one with the lip ring and the one who likes cucumbers” she hears her best friend scream and hang up. She knew she would get her to come. She started to get bored when her best friend texted her. “Be there soon Lani. Love you.” She begins to walk down to meet her friend.

“Lani, how did you get these? We are almost close enough to touch them” she smiles. She had been saving up to get her ticket so her mother bought another one. All she wanted was to meet the guys she has been obsessed with for years. It must have been weird to see someone like her, an ordinary 17 year old scream over a new video. She loved him, even if he didn’t know her. If she could have a second to just look at his face she knew she could live her life peacefully. They walk inside of a restaurant and they go into the bathroom.

Lani had a feeling her mother wouldn’t stay, much because her mother didn’t like these ‘YIF Guys’ she went in the bathroom stall and changed her outfit. She came out wearing her black cargo pants and a cropped white shirt. She is wearing her sneakers that her biggest inspiration had made. She walks out smiling, ready to fix her hair in the mirror. She wet her baby hair, in a failed attempt to keep them up. She put her hair in a high bun and slipped on her limited addition jacket. She turned and saw Priscilla doing the same.

Priscilla wet her hair to curl it, her having the Spanish hair that naturally had the neat curls. She wore a white tank top that was lower cut then regular tank tops and a black mini skirt. She wore red sandals to match her jacket. She begins to apply makeup while Lani was already done. Lani put on a little powder bronzer and plum lip stain. She waited with Priscilla until she was finished applying foundation, bronzer, blush, eye shadow, eyeliner, and lipstick.

Priscilla was one of those girls that never felt pretty enough. She always felt that she could be better, having little envy for Lani because of her beauty and also of her confidence. They walked out as Lani examined her ticket, and the concert hall it was in. It was the main concert hall, but a name they never heard of. They proceeded to walk toward the theatre, smiles on their face as they got to saw the 7 guys in red. Priscilla was a new fan, but Lani didn’t mind. She knew as long as she had her to fan girl with she would be fine. Soon enough they was across the street. They walks into the building and saw three girls in red jackets also. They followed them to the mysterious concert room.

Lani held out her ticket for them to see. “Is this where the concert is? This is different.” One of the guards looked at her with a strict face. “They wanted to do it different. They didn’t want a common thing.” They nod and Priscilla hands her ticket to the men. They walk by and are escorted by another guy who was dressed in red to the other side of the building. This side doesn’t look as fancy as it is where they have been. They walk in and see girls everywhere. They get ushered to our seat. They are three rows away from the stage.

They sit and enjoy the show. Chester and Ryan does bromance and then Chester sings another original song. Jr comes out and sings his new song and one from his old ep. Then D-trix comes and dances for us. He got a new wig, its pink. Lani and prissy laugh the whole time and enjoy themselves. Then intermission is called and everybody leaves. Lani and prissy don’t. They watch as they begin to change the stage around for the other half of the show. They look around and the theatre is empty. They hear someone say something about autographs. They walk and wait online to see the guys. Just as they was about to get called Lani realized she forgot her shirt at home. “Just relax, stay with me if anything” prissy tells her. She stands there when prissy gets her shirt signed by Ryan.

He hands prissy her shirt and looks up at Lani. He smiles at her. “Autograph?” she shakes her head. “I forgot my shirt. I’m sorry.” He gives her a look. He doesn’t want her to be upset. “No, you just dropped your shirt, didn’t you see.” She looks down and sees him kick a shirt to her. She picks it up and smiles. “Right, sorry.” He signs the shirt and puts a note on it that she didn’t notice. “I don’t do that for everyone.” he whispers to her as She blushes as they walk back into the theatre.

After the signing for a few people everybody went into the lobby except the guys, Priscilla and Alani. They decided to sit near the back until everybody crowds back in. after a few minutes they hear a laugh. They turn around and see Ryan and Andrew. “You guys are so weird!” Andrew say. Priscilla shooting a dirty look at him, “why, because we don’t want to be out there? Our decision isn’t it?” Lani starts laughing at her best friend, she loves her attitude. Ryan smiles at her laugh. “why are you here, instead of out there with everybody else?” Lani turns and smiles, “well, I only know one person out there and I know prissy so we’ll stay in here where it’s calm so we can freak out and no one will see. But now we know you will see. So we can’t.” She smiles and turns around. Ryan jumps over seats and sits right behind them, leaning into Lani's ear. “It’s okay, we are crazy, and you can do whatever you want.” he smiles at Lani as she puts her head down, trying to hide her pink cheeks. Priscilla knows what is happening and wants to leave them alone. She whispers to Lani that she has to go to the bathroom. As she passes Andrew the shows makes a heart with her hands and points to them. He knows what she means and smiles.

Ryan moves next to Lani and smiles. “So what’s your name?” she looked up and smiled, “I’m Alani, but just call me Lani. Way easier.” He sticks out his hand. “Hello Lani, I am Regina.” He pretends to push hair out of his face. “How old are you? You look very young. But you don’t dress like It.” Ryan says, indicating her exposed stomach, noticing a 'D6' on her hand but not saying anything. “I’m seventeen, turning eighteen in twelve days.” “Oh, well you probably know all about me. Doesn’t give me much fun.” She shrugs. He opens his laptop and begins to look for videos. “So do you have any talents besides comedy?” she asks him. He smiles and shakes his head “I try but I’m just not talented. What about you?” she shakes her head also. “I’m talentless, I can do lyrical dance but it doesn’t even count because you just act out the song. Which I’m really bad at.” He shakes his head “you can’t be that bad.” “Oh yes I am.” She insists, grabbing the laptop off of his lap and searching for her video on the dancers’ channel. “This is my school dance channel. I go to LaGuardia”