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Ａｒｃｈｉｅ ｆｒｏｍ Ｒｉｖｅｒｄａｌｅ？

Ｏｎｅ－Ａｒｃｈｉｅ ｆｒｏｍ Ｒｉｖｅｒｄａｌｅ？

"Eeeeeek!" I hear a squeal come from the upstairs bathroom. I throw my phone onto the couch hoping that it doesn't break and run up the stairs to the bathroom and bang on the door.

"Araluen, what happened? Did you drop your phone in the toilet again? Did you miss the BangBang Con stream today? Tell me! I need tea!" Araluen has been the sprinkles to my ice cream since 6th grade. Now ten years later, we live together in a tiny apartment in Washington DC. Both of us were in college at American University. I was studying English and she was studying philosophy. The door opens in my face and there she stands, in the glory of her pink hello kitty bathrobe with her phone pressed against her chest.

" Archie is going on tour! Hallelujah!" She screams that out and bends down into the child's pose, something that I couldn't achieve, her flexible butt was too active for my writer's brain.

"Archie from that crappy show Riverdale is going on tour? I'll bet that half the people going there are just praying that his shirt will fly off." I say while my mind was running through all the Archie's that I knew. Wait.. that was the only Archie that I knew. She scoffs and walks up to me,

"Archie Max? That famous person whose song debuted at number one in the whole world?" Ohhh... that guy?

"His songs are absolute trash. I'm guessing that he doesn't even write his own songs." Ara's hand flies to her chest and she starts to overact, as usual when the doorbell rings. She runs downstairs and opens the door, not caring that she was in a bathrobe. Sometimes I wonder how we were even friends.

"Rhys! What are you doing here?" Rhys was that last member of our three musketeers. We met him when we were in high school and we instantly clicked even though he was a year older than us. Rhys was actually the one who convinced us to apply to American in the first place. He walks in and yells,

"Did you hear the news? Archie is going on tour!" Both him and Ara squealed at the top of their lungs like a bunch of three-year-olds. I cringed, our neighbors would be filing another noise complaint again. He walks up to me and hits my shoulder,

"Talulah, you have to face your fears sometime?" Excuse me, my fear of what?

"What fear are you talking about?" I ask walking away and closing the door because most of the people here have forgotten their

common sense.

"Your fear of meeting famous people." He says it like it's oh so obvious.

"I want to meet people like The Rolling Stones,  The 1975, and the Bee Gees because I could use some disco once in a while." I start to lecture them but they brush it off as usual. Suddenly Rhys's phone goes off and he screams once again.

"I got us tickets! Yessss." He pumps his hand and Ara joins along also jumping.

"Wait. Am I included?" Both of them look at me like I just drank a bottle of my mother's vodka (long story) and nod along. I groan I hate going to concerts where I barely know the artists, It ruins all the fun. Ara suddenly points something out and both of them start to chuckle nervously.

"What happened?" I ask cautiously, hoping that both of them are in their right minds.

"You see Talula, I was sorta-kinda drunk while booking the tickets so I might have booked the tickets for the O2 instead of the show near us." He starts to fiddle with his thumbs and I start to move closer.

"You did what?" Not only do I have to attend this dumbo's show, but I also have to fly to a different continent to see it.