"Hey, Haze, you look great!" I gasped as I looked at my friend. She was wearing what she said she would wear. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back by a black headband and her hazel eyes shown gleefully. "You do too! That dress is just perfect for your perfect self!" she exclaimed sarcastically as I rolled my clear blue eyes. My royal blue dress was cut low in the front and stopped before my knees with a long striped bow in the back. My long, straight dark brown hair was loose. A doorbell rang and I shrieked. "The limo’s here!" "Come on!" Hazel grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door, and into the white, long limo. "Oh god! I’m so nervous! I mean we’re seeing the Backstreet Boys in person! I’ve waited so long to do this! What if they don’t like me? You know how much I love them! What if they hate me so much that they ban me from their concerts. Then what am I going to do? You know I can’t live without seeing them in concert! And then what if they ban me from their websites and all the links? Yeah, and then they take all my posters away! I can’t live without seeing their faces! Oh god, oh god, oh my god!" I blabbered. "Krystal, do me a favor and SHUT UP!" "Me?! And why are you so calm? You’re finally meeting Howie! Your perfect man!" I retorted back. "I’m really happy, but there’s no reason to be SO nervous! They’re regular people!" "Ahh, but cute regular people!" "You have a point there." Finally, the limo stopped and driver opened the door for us. "I’m so nervous!" hissed Hazel. "Told ya," "Shut up." Suddenly, a familiar voice came.
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