"Hey, it's me. What are you going to wear to the concert?" I asked.
"Oh, um.. I wasn't really sure, but I'll probably wear that new dress I got. You know, the black one, with embroidered white flowers on it? How 'bout you?" she asked, explaining her whole ensemble.
"Well.. I'm gonna curl my hair, and wear the purple dress with a white shirt on top. I'm so nervous! What time am I gonna pick you up at Ashley's again? I know that I have to be there at least an hour early, so I can go backstage and get my tickets and stuff." I said.
"Oh, I thought we had agreed on you picking us up at 5, because it takes almost an hour to get there, and then the hard part is finding a parking spot! So come around 4:45, 5. Okay?" Cheyenne said, recapping our conversation from the day before.
"Oh yeah, what am I gonna do? I'm so nervous, I'll probably spill my whole drink on him! And what happens if they don't like the outfit I pick out for them? They might even throw it back and take a new one when I'm not looking!" I said, thinking up all kinds of disasters that could happen.
"Becky, calm down! The worst thing that could happen is that the concert doesn't go, but you know that won't happen. And Becky, one word of advice, ACT NORMAL! If you act all jumpy with them, they'll think you're nuts! Just talk to them like you do to me everyday, and you'll be fine! Don't worry about it!" Cheyenne warned.
"Oh thanks Cheyenne! I've gotta go, but I"ll see you at 4:45," I said.
"Sure, see ya then," Cheyenne responded. I hung up. She had NO clue what I was going through. When we went to the 98° concert, she did the same thing. But, the only difference was that she didn't have backstage passes, to meet the guys. Well, I did, and I knew whatever I did, I had to act totally normal, like Cheyenne said. I guess time could only tell what lay ahead for me, and with 4 and 1/2 hours to go, the butterflies in my stomach were already going full-force.
