She pulled into the TVNZ car park to see a bunch of classy girls sitting in front one of the windows on an inflatable couch. ‘Wow what a great place to hang’ she thought as she scurried to meet Dom in the TVNZ reception area.
She saw him immediately, his white pants gleamed from a mile away. He smelt like corn, but they don’t have corn in the TVNZ cafeteria *I know I’ve been there* ....something suspicious was up.

When they got back to her apartment the smell of corn was too much for Candy to handle.
“Look Dom...”
“At what?”
“I haven’t finished. Look, you’re great and all with your TVNZ job and Nick connections but I think its time we broke up.”
“Why?” he said looking a little domstressed.
“I don’t trust you and you wear more feminine shoes and clothes than I do, it’s just not right.”
“But now you wont be able to borrow my white pants.”
“I’ll get over it” she said as she opened the door for Dom.
“But we were going to go to the Zed concert tonight...I’m not going by myself, and I’m not missing seeing my boys?” he said.
“Well I’m not missing it either” she said as she grabbed one of the tickets from his grasp, slammed the door behind him and tried to remember who the hell Zed were.
‘How am I supposed to know what to wear to a concert when I don’t even know what kind of music it is. Will it be funky like a Hanson concert or laidback like a Craig David one.’
She opted for a skanky top and white pants.
“If I’m going to have a miserable lonely time, at least I can attract some attention while I’m at it” she said aloud herself, like a character on Sunset Beach.

As she made her way to the concert via Queen Street she noticed a group of girls congregated outside Glassons. ‘Hey’ she thought to herself, ‘those are the same girls that were outside TVNZ earlier’. They seemed to be poking straws at a tall tattooed punk guy. ‘The things people will do for attention’ she thought as she drove by in her red convertible, with her long blonde hair flowing out behind her, held somewhat in place by her $5 imitation Dirty Dogs she brought from the sunglasses stand situated by the doughnut stand at Victoria Park Market.

She pulled up at the concert venue in time to see Dom talking to the same group of girls she had just seen outside Glassons. ‘How did they get here so fast’ she thought and then was quickly distracted by a man walking past.
“API!” she yelled, as she ran towards him.
“Api is it really you?” she said star-struck.
“Hehehe” he laughed *as you do*, “people are always getting me confused with Api”.
Just then she realised she had just run towards Russell from Lotto and was about to roll around on the floor laughing her arse off, but then remembered she was wearing her white pants, and didn’t want to harm them in any way.
Russell continued to talk to her...
“Can I call you Brian?...so Brian".
She quickly scurried away from him as he proceeded to give her the glad eye.

After waiting behind a bunch of glitter adorned, spice girl deodorant smelling, stuffed bra twelve year olds, she finally made her way in. She saw Dom and thought she had better make peace with him since he had TV connections and might get her Discovery channel blocked.
“Hey Dom” she said as she made her way towards the white-panted one.
“Hey” he said, just as she realised she had just started talking to a complete white-panted stranger.
“Oh, I’m so sorry”.
“It’s ok, hi, I’m Jon, you may remember me from such TV shows as S-Club 7 in Miami and S-Club 7 in LA”.
“No sorry”, she said as she cautiously back away from him, she had remembered her Mum’s wise words about not getting in with the druggy crowd.

As the support band Canvas started she saw the same group of girls she had been seeing everywhere push their way to the front and start getting down with their bad selves. She would have thought that they were damn classy, but she was already so caught up watching the fascinating lights that there was little room for other thoughts.

Finally Zed came out and started to play, and after Candy had finished with a round of straightening her white pants, she looked up to notice the babe on bass. *Raow* she thought.

And there getting down in his girls jeans was that guy that frequented the Pink Pussy Cat club where she worked.

After the show had finished the crowd dispersed, but a few keen punters stayed back to get autographs and meet the boys. With an urge to meet the bass player, though feeling like a rooster for staying behind with all the twelve year old girls, Candy also hung around. She also noticed Jon S-Club hanging around and made an effort to stay as far away from him as possible.
The guys soon came out to meet and greet. Candy made a beeline for the bass player but was quickly intercepted by the blonde dreaded one.
“How you doin’?” he said.
“Isn’t that your cousin over there” Candy said as she pointed into the crowd, he suddenly looked over-excited and ran off.

As she scurried past the lead singer, she had to stop for a second to admire his ‘team jesus’ t-shirt. She continued to scurry along as he started telling a bunch of girls about his new racey green tricycle.

She couldn’t get anywhere near the still nameless bass player as he was being interviewed for an American TV show.
“Hi and welcome to ‘Wake Up San Fransisco’, I’m your host Danny Tanner...”

She got bored standing there letting her white pants go to waste and spotted the drummer sitting on the floor playing with his pogs. ‘Wow’ she thought as only a blonde could, ‘what a great way to get close to the bass player...through the drummer’.
*no offence to Age at all, I do not condone Candy’s actions....Age you rock!*
She sat down and started chatting to him about the pogs.
“Look, I got these cool Alf pogs. Remember Alf? He's back. In pog form."
After a fascinating discussion about pogs, Candy noticed the crowd had been cleared out and she was the only fan left in a room full of Zed roadies *roaw Dylan*, PR people and Zed themselves. ‘Woop’ she thought as she left Age to carry on playing with his pogs and made a second attempt at talking to the bass player.
She found him sitting shoe-less in the green room drinking a rum and coke.
“Hey” he said, “Are you one of Andy’s cousins?”.
“Ahhh”. *blonde noise*
“Oh ok, have you come to get an autograph?”
“Ahhh.”
“Oh ok, are you looking for someone?”
“I was, but I just found him.”
Ben looked around and after about ten minutes of pondering he realised she was talking about him, “Ahhhhhhh”.
Then he noticed her white pants and immediately asked her to join him in the tour bus.
Candy was expecting a typical tour bus but instead found an actual bus, the TV2 bus to be exact.
“Why what the?”
“Oh”, Ben said, “Gold03’s in the shop, we just borrowed it from our good friends at TVNZ”.
‘Of course’, she thought as she made her way into the class A bus.
As they hopped on the bus, they noticed ‘the group’ of girls quickly scurry out the back door.
“Damn they stole my hair-gel,” said an almost-in-tears Ben.
After Candy calmed him down, in the words of Newsboy,... “they got on like a house on fire”.

They spent every day together for the next two days, in between Ben going to the gym and rehearsing...then one day (Tuesday after the Friday concert)...
“Apricot muffin?” she offered.
“No thanks.”
And right then she knew something was up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing....Ok it’s just that being with you all the time, there’s no spare time to be a player. Besides we signed a contract to say that we couldn’t have girlfriends until we had made it big like Hootie and the Blowfish.”
“What are you? A member of New Kids on the Block?!” she growled.
“Look Candy, New Kids on the Block had a bunch of hits...besides that Jordan Knight, he’s still going strong with his latest album.”
“What are you saying? That you want to join the New Kids?”
“Damn, you chicks are all the same, it’s all about me me me, look I can’t even bear to look at you right now, you hurt my eyes, just leave.”
“But this is my apartment.”
Ben stormed out, *he left behind his shoes...of course*.

Right then and there Candy decided even though she had vowed to never confirm or deny Bens third piercing, the people deserved to know the truth.
 
  

When you gaze at a man with a white, flowing beard, look to the essence beyond that beard.

But not too far beyond, because you might see a camel or something instead