The next three days drrrraaaggggeeeeddd by. A blur of classes, tests, and teachers, made for uninteresting times compared ot what laid ahead. The time finally arrived for us to go to the airport. 'We built this city ON ROCK AND ROLL!" I crooned as we were approaching Chicago for finally landing. Kathryn rolled her eyes and continued listening to whatever honky-tonk she had in her CD player at the time. ** "Room Number 126." The clerk handed me the key, "Right up the hall." We were headed up to our room, and we noticed the three blond Hanson brothers, go into the room next to ours. Kathryn and I exchanged glances. "Kathryn- They are RIGHT NEXT TO US!" We both did a little victory dance. "Hey-Catrina- look at this door, is it a closet or something?" She opened te door only to be greeted by another door. "No way. Adjioning Rooms." I said, stunned. Kathryn Thought. "We HAVE to talk to them." She tapped her head, "Do you have any paper?" I freed a piece of paper from my notebook. I scrawled: Dearest Hanson Brothers, Hi! We're the Oprah people. We're right next door! If you wanna talk to us or something-just slip us a note, via the note express-(Under the door). Well, See ya tommorow! Love, Catrina and Kathryn I slipped it under the door and went ot take a shower. ** I came back out in my pj bottoms, sun glasses, supergirl shirt, and fluffy slippers ( a sight, really) only to see Kathryn sat on the bed reading a note. "What does it say?" I asked eagerly. "It says 'We'd love ot meet you, but you make the first move.'." "You've got it!" I said, walking to the door and opening it. I pulled at their door. "It won't open!" I exclaimed. "Well," Kath said, "Let Go." 
