Michelle and I left the backstage area reluctantly. I still could not believe that I had met Hanson. "Michelle, what exactly happened with you and Isaac?" I asked.
She smiled. "Nothing much. We just talked."
We returned to Michelle's house, and promptly got ready for bed. Of course, we didn't go directly to sleep. We stayed up half the night talking.
The next day, I went home at noon. Anne immediately asked me what Michelle and I had done. I told her that she had to tell me about the concert first. So she gave me a minute-by-minute account of the concert. "And the seats were so close!" she finished. "We were in the first row above the floor!"
I smiled. "That's awesome, Anne!"
"Okay, I told you about the concert. Now you have to tell me what you did," Anne insisted. I told her the story. I could tell from the beginning that she didn't believe me, especially when I got to the part where Michelle and I met them. When I finished talking, Anne said, "Okay, now what really happened?"
"Exactly what I told you."
"Prove it!"
"Okay, I will." I pulled out my concert ticket stub and handed it to her. I watched her eyes grow huge. "Now do you believe me?"
"Well, I have to believe you about the seats, but I still don't believe you about meeting them. I bet you can't prove that one!"
"Actually, yes I can, but not yet."
"What do you mean?"
"We took pictures with them. When Michelle gets her film developed, that will prove it."
"Okay, but I want to see those pictures the instant you get them!"
"Fine. And before you ask, yes, we took one of just Zac."
"Cool!"
A week later, I had gotten the pictures from Michelle. She kept the picture of her and Hanson and the one of just Ike. She had gotten two copies of the picture of all five of us and the one of just Hanson, and she also kept one of each of those. I got the other copy of those pictures as well as the one with me and Hanson, the one of just Zac, which I gave to Anne, and the one of just Taylor. Every now and then, I would look at the pictures and remember Taylor's last words to me: "I hope we meet again." Would we ever meet again? Only time would tell.
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