You go to Dua's concert at the O2 in London on the 2nd May. She keeps making eye contact with you, though that could just be your imagination. You've been a die hard fan since 2017. While waiting for a cab you turn around after a familiar giggle catches your attention, to your surprise it's Dua, with her sister and security guard. Your jaw drops in disbelief, your internally screaming, too scared to talk to her. The Dua Lipa is actually standing next to me? No, I must be hallucinating. (Love Dua's song hallucinate 😍) She has the most gorgeous, silky hair. She's perfect. A car pulls up, quite obviously not a taxi, Dua starts walking towards it, she gets caught up in conversation and accidentally bumps into you, dropping your small bag of merch on the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She says in her adorable voice, picking up the items that were scattered on the floor. As she looks up you make eye contact again. "I know this may sound weird, but were standing the right of the stage, like right next to the stage?" Dua asks. "Oh, um, yeah." I say with an awkward smile letting a giggle pass as I answer her.
"I'm in quite a rush, so could you give me your number? I'd love to talk more!" Dua questions. "Oh, sure" I say.
Dua passes me her phone and I key in my number, "What should I save it as?" I ask, looking up at Dua once again. "Maybe your name?.." Dua half asks, giggling. "Oh okay!" I reply typing my name and handing her phone back. "Nice to meet you!" She says running to the car, now starting a conversation with Rina. "Bye!" I reply, gosh why didn't I say anything better, she probably thinks I'm really rude now.All Rights Reserved