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Chapter Two

Starting after the first day of rest, we started a breathtaking sight seeing adventure across the area, determined not to miss a single must-see destination. We toured the entire city hitting up monuments, museums, and important/historic landmarks. Of course we saw the famous Sydney Opera House, and, finally, after days of sight seeing and wandering around the streets of Sydney to cafes, zoos, and beaches, we were having a lazy day sitting in our hotel room watching Netflix, snacking, and napping on and off. Vacations, we were beginning to learn, were exhausting. The adults were downstairs at the hotel bar drinking and socializing with some random other parents they met since we had arrived at the hotel.

I was on twitter and tumblr for hours just looking up promo posters for our concert at the Enmore, and generally just scrolling through the hype from their new tour announcements. People were tweeting non-stop about the boys' "hometown gig" and about how everyone wishes they were going. I almost responded to one such tweet agreeing with them, when I remembered that we got tickets. My heart thumped unevenly in my chest as I reveled in the anticipation of the concert. The realization washed over me again for probably the 10th time since we won the tickets. I swallowed the excitement and eventually calmed down enough to try and focus on the movie that Alaina just turned on the hotel room TV, The Possession.

We had all just nodded off when we heard loud, obnoxious screaming coming from outside. Alaina went over to the french doors and her brows knitted in confusion. She opened the door and continued out onto the 3rd story balcony.

"What the hell is going on?" I grumbled sleepily. I thought to myself "Stupid fuckers, I was nappping." I sat up reluctantly, avoided rolling over my laptop by a few inches, and walked over to the balcony door and looked out to find a sea of, mostly teen, female, people rioting against some sturdy looking metal barricades. I wondered what in the fuck they were swarming our hotel for, but I really just wanted to finish my nap.

"I have no idea. Wanna go down to the front desk and ask someone?" Alaina answered as she entered a long yawn. I looked around the room. Catie and Lauren were awake now and were angrily complaining and whining, making a lot of damn noise. "Looks like I'm not getting anymore sleep then, damn." I thought to myself.

"Sure, why the hell not?" I replied and sighed sadly, mourning my naptime. I ducked into the bathroom quickly to pop in my contacts, because I'm blind as a fucking bat without them, and to grab my green flip flops. Right before I walked out of the bathroom I spotted the white and green colored key card to our room and snagged it from the counter before flicking off the light and leaving. Alaina asked if I had the room key once we were both ready and I held it up as way of answering, and we exited our hotel room.

We took the stairs because it was only 2 flights down to the lobby. It was darker in the stairwell than it was in the hallway and colder, too. "I should've brought my VS hoodie I bought at the airport." I thought to myself.

As Alaina and I arrived to the lobby, our eyes were assaulted by the brighter lights in comparison to the dim, burned out lights in the stairwell. There was an angry mob of hotel guests waiting in line to talk to an equally aggravated looking hotel receptionist. We joined the back of the line and waited at least 10 minutes to talk to the poor 20-something behind the front desk.

"How can I help you girls?" he asked with a tired smile. We smiled back at him sympathetically. Poor guy.

"What's going on out there?" Alaina asked politely followed by a long yawn. The desk clerk sighed and ran a hand through his hair before saying that some band was staying in the hotel. He skipped over the name clearly not remembering it correctly. My heart thumped irregularly and I knew exactly who he meant, but I needed to hear it out loud.

"Do you know what band?" I asked trying to tame my growing impatience and excitement.

"Five minutes of September...or something like that," he offered with a grimace. Obviously he wasn't a fan. Alaina and I twirled around to look at each other nearly head butting each other with the stupidest grins plastered on our faces. "Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit." my mind chanted. The guy raised his eyebrows at us so I turned on my biggest, most flirty smile and batted my eyelashes at him trying to seem endearing, even though every instinct in my body told me to jump over the counter and beat the answer out of him.

"Do you, by any chance, know which floor they're staying on?" I asked looking up at him through my eyelashes. He frowned but looked kind of conflicted. I prayed to God that he would give in and tell us the floor number. At last he spoke.

"Sorry, but I'm not allowed to give out that information," he said finally giving us a 'sorry, i wish i could' look. I was about to punch him just on principle when Alaina thanked him anyway and wished him a good day. He hollered "You too!" as we booked it to the door to the stairwell to bring the news back to Lauren and Catie in our room. We were both silent on the walk back up trying to organize our thoughts. It gave me time to think.

Every fangirl knows that unrealistic bittersweet hope feeling when they think about their celeb crush or favorite band. I was feeling a whole lot of that on the walk back up. My mind raced with dangerously hopeful thoughts.

"I mean what are the chances? We won those tickets and now they're staying in the same hotel. What if we ran into them in the hallway or something??"