"What? Did Nick Carter come into your house to use the phone?" she teased.
"No, but just as close!" I exclaimed, almost unable to keep back my happiness.
"What? What could be almost as good as him going into your house?" she asked.
"Going to see him backstage, at his concert tonight!" I cried.
"No kidding! How did you get tickets? You did know that Kristin and I are going, right?" she reminded.
"Yeah, I won the tickets from Z100, and the backstage passes!" I mentioned, casually.
"Oh, well then did I tell you Kristin's dad got US backstage passes too?" Caitlin said.
"Oh, you did?" I asked, acting as though I didn't hear what she said. Kristin liked Nick Carter almost as much as I did, and knowing that she was going to meet him the same concert, the same TIME, didn't really make me feel as good about getting the backstage passes.
"Yeah, aren't you happy?" Caitlin asked, hearing the disappointment in my voice.
"Well...it was just that I thought that I because, considering how many other fans there will be. You know how much I absolutely adore Nick," I reminded her.
"Becky, you know you're beautiful, if Nick saw ANYTHING in you, he'd automatically fall head-over-heels in love. And if he didn't, then I guess he just doesn't deserve you, right?" Caitlin said cheerfully.
"Caitlin thanks, but you know that's not true," I said. I absolutely hated receiving compliments, there was never much I could say in return except thanks, and that was always uncomfortable.
"Well, I gotta go get ready for the concert, ya know there's only 1 hour left, and I need that time to get ready."
"Yeah, I know you Beck, it takes you FOREVER!" Caitlin, said, between giggles.
"Alright, see ya," I glanced at my dress, across the room on my bed.
"Hope this works," I mumbled, as I wiggled into the dress. I carefully placed the see-through shirt around my head, making sure it didn't get stuck in the curlers still placed in my hair. Under my black shoes, I put a pair of flesh colored stockings on, and tied my favorite necklace around my neck. I looked at myself, but something was definitely missing. I snapped--it had been the watch my parents gave to me for my 16th birthday. I clipped it around my wrist, and stepped back. Now the ensemble was perfect. I sat down at my vanity, and started putting on my makeup. I didn't really need a lot, so I brushed on a light, sparkly purple eyeshadow, and lightly brushed on some brown blush. To make sure it looked natural, I rubbed it in to my cheek bone. Then, I decided on my lip gloss, instead of lipstick. Then, I slowly unraveled the curlers from my hair. When I finished, I spritzed some hair spray in it, to keep it in place, my hair was pretty straight, so it needed something to keep the curls. I stepped back once again, looking at myself one last time. I looked pretty good, and I wished I looked good enough for Nick. I really wanted to impress him tonight, but I definitely didn't want to look anxious. Finally, I ran around the room, throwing things into my small black purse, including my hair brush, a little bottle of hair spray, and my lip gloss. I hoped that was all I needed. I glanced at my watch, which read 4:35. As I ran out the door to pick up Cheyenne and Ashley, I yelled at my parents, "I'm leaving for the concert!!"
"Okay honey! Have fun!" my parents yelled in response. I reminded myself later to thank them, but not now. I didn't want to be late for the one and only Backstreet Boys.
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