The next days we spent shopping for what we needed. The days were passing real slow, but that week came finally and we knew that at the end of it we would have seen Westlife. The concert was on Saturday and on Friday my brother's friend call me up and said that Westlife were supposed to come the next morning with a private jet from London, but he didn't knew the exact hour coz he can only get that information a half an hour earlier to their landing, when they got into our territorial airspace. He told us to come in the morning and meet him and be there when he finds out the exact hour. He promised to get us on the track. That was great.

That night I slept only an hour if we are to put all the minutes together. I twisted and turned in my bed all night long. I was too nervous. I was on my feet at five o'clock. I knew exactly what to wear, I took a shower, brushed my teeth and listened once more to their album. I wasn't able to eat anything, not even to drink a stupid coffee. At eight, my friend came to my place. We took the gifts and left for the airport. We got there at nine o'clock. We met the guy and he took us with him to his workplace. At 12:15 he found out that the jet was over Timisoara, a town pretty close to the border. So… only half an hour left until the dream became reality… And it did! The guy gave us two identity cards and we almost seemed like two workers on the airport. We were so close to the track when a security guard stopped us. I almost burst into tears, but I stopped at the right time. He asked us where we were going and we answered that we were supposed to be on the track, but we had no reason to give him for our presence there. So finally we told him the truth and he smiled and said he also had a little girl who was nuts about Michael Jackson and it meant a lot to her when she got on the track to wait for his plane. We thanked him from the bottom of our souls and ran to the track, the plane was landing. I wasn't able to speak anymore, tears were washing my face and I was shivering like outside were -40 degrees and not +40. But the heat was long forgotten. The plane landed and two security guards got off the plane. They inspected the area and of course asked us what we were doing there, we were not supposed to be there. "Please kind sirs, we just want some autographs and give them some presents and tell them how much we love them and thank them for coming here and wish them luck for the concert.." "And what else?", they asked us. "Just that…" That made them smile and then they said into a walkie-talkie that it was OK to bring the boys down. What was my name? I didn't know!

The first that got into the door was Kian. He waved at us and with a schoolbag on his back he came down to us followed by Mark, Bryan (that's when my friend started screaming and I shook her and told her to stop), Nicky and finally the one I thought they've forgotten home: Shane. He was the only one I could see. I mean, everybody came to us and said hello and looked really happy to see us there, but I was only watching Shane. He was so gorgeous!!!!!!!!!! I knew he was beautiful, but in flesh he was a slight different, he was the greatest I'd ever seen. He noticed I was shocked and I couldn't stop my tears, thank God, I wasn't crying hysterically, and I was watching only him and only him and that the rest of the guys were trying to say hello to me too, but I wasn't able to see or hear them. He came to me and said: "Hi, I'm Shane! How are you?". That's when I got back on earth and answered: "Shane?!!!! I thought you were Ricky Martin! Boo…". He didn't know what to say, he didn't know if I was being serious. Then I smiled and gave him the biggest hug and said: "Welcome to Romania Shane Stephen Filan! It's so nice to have you here! My name is Lee.". Then he smiled too and gives me two kisses on my cheeks and said hello. Then I noticed the rest of the guys were splitting their sides with laughter because of me and Shane. I said hello to them and kissed them and hugged them. We gave them the presents, but they didn't get the chance to opened them in front of us coz a bodyguard came and said they had to go to their hotel, the Hilton. That was nice to know. We got pretty upset, but they said we'd see each other at the concert that night. I remembered I had a camera, so I took it out and took some photos of them. They got into a minibus and left. We yelled: "We love you guys!" and waved. It had been so f**ckin' great…
We went to our homes with the biggestest smiles on our faces and ignored everybody. We were waiting for the show now.