"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," Michelle repeated over and over again as she tried to wake me up.
"Ugh, what do you want Michelle? It's 6:30, I'm tired. The concert doesn't start until 7:00 PM. We're still in the am. Leave me the hell alone!" I shouted as I hide back under my sheets.
"Jen!" Michelle said loudly, "Get up!"
"Why?" I asked quietly.
"Jen, it's now 10:00, we're leaving at 2:00. So get up, get in the shower, and get something to eat!" she commanded.
"Okay," I said as I literally rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water, took of my clothes, and jumped into the shower.
Twenty minutes later I was done and walked back in to my room. I put on my outfit for today and walked into the kitchen.
"No, no, no. You are not going there with me looking like that," Michelle said.
"Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked because I thought I looked fine. I was wearing a pair of jean shorts that were a reasonable length and a blue tank top.
"You look so plain. Gosh, dress up some, look sexy. I know you can, I've seen you look like that," she said.
"Why? What are you trying to do? Impress some 10-year-old's?" I asked.
"No, we're trying to impress 'N SYNC," she said.
"Oh, and how do you think we're going to meet them?" I asked, curious to hear her plan.
"It's a secret," she said as she walked into her room, "follow me."
"Fine," I said and followed her into her room.
"Sit down," she said and opened her closet.
"Okay," I said as I sat down on her bed.
A few minutes later she said, "This is it!"
"What is it?" I asked.
"This," she said as she turned around. She held a short, black mini skirt with a purple tube top in her hands.
"No... No. I'm not wearing that. That sluttish, and I would never wear a skirt to a concert," I said.
"Come on, you would look great. Chris would love this out fit," she said smiling.
"Chris? Why him? Your not trying to get me the hook up with him?" I said in disbelief.
She just started to laugh.
"Tell me your joking, right? Oh Michelle, your such a goof ball you know that," I said, "I'm not wearing that, but I'm compromise. I'm wear that top but not."
"Fine, then your wearing these shorts," she said, cutting me off. She grabbed a pair of shorts from her dresser that were a little shorter than mine.
"Fine," I said as she tossed the clothes at me.
Fifteen minutes later, I had put on the top and shorts and walked back into Michelle's room. "Michelle, I fell like I'm going to pop out of this top," I complained.
"Well, you got a big chest, flaunt them. How do those shorts feel? They look nice on you. The entire wardrobe looks nice on you," she said in her motherly tone.
"They feel fine. Are you sure I don't look like a slut?" I asked.
"No you don't. Now, how do I look?" she asked.
"Good," I said. She was wearing a halter top with jean shorts.
"Okay, time to do your hair," she said.
"Oh no," I said.
"Oh yes, now sit," she commanded.
I sat down in a chair and started to brush my hair. "You have such lovely, long hair Jen," She said.
"Thanks," I said.
"I think I'm just going to leave your hair down because it looks best like that, and I'm going to add some curls to the end. When she was down, she also add some curls to her short hair.
"Can I do your make up Jen?" Michelle asked.
"Yeah, but don't put too much on. I don't want to look like a clown," I said.
"Okay," she said as she began to put my make up on.
We were ready to go by 1:20 and we looked good. We sat down in the living room and watched TV until we were ready to go.
Around 1:45, we left to head for the concert. The reason we left so early was because we are going to a cocktail party there and we meeting up with some friends.
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