Lovesessed
But Chase is my first love,
and this Saturday is my chance to make my dreams come
true.”
    I walked towards the door, and when I
paused to wave goodbye, he was looking at me like I had slapped
him.
     
     
    *****
     
     
    4. Concert
     
    The day that I had been
waiting, wishing, and hoping for had finally arrived. I had been a
nervous wreck the whole day. I couldn’t even sit still to watch my
favorite show, American
Idol . I knew that I was going to see a
real American Idol that night. After Idol , I switched to MTV like usual,
and Carson’s video “Summer of Love” was on. I quickly changed the
channel because seeing Chase made me even more nervous.
    What happened with Ben the day before
was still bothering me. I didn’t know what to think about it. He
had been acting different lately, especially at the restaurant. I
concluded that he just didn’t want to lose our friendship. But, he
was my best friend, and always would be. I wished that the concert
and his play weren’t on the same night, because I would have loved
to have seen him act. Ben was more the artistic type, than the
sporty type. I obviously gravitated more to arty guys. My best
friend and the guy that I was in love with were both artistic,
except that Ben was an actor and Chase was a singer.
    As I was getting ready for the concert,
I had a sick feeling in my stomach, and I couldn’t stop shaking. I
felt like I was the one about to perform at the concert. It was the
same nervous feeling I got when I had to give a speech in
class.
    A few months ago in History, I had to
give a speech on World War II, and I got so nervous. When I was
standing in front of the class, it seemed like the walls were
closing in on me, I couldn’t catch my breath, and I felt dizzy like
my head was about to fall off my shoulders. The next thing I knew,
I was lying on the floor. Poor Ben, his was the first face I saw.
He helped me sit up, and got me some water. For the rest of the
day, he kept quizzing me about how I felt.
    I silently prayed that I wouldn’t faint
when I saw Chase. That would be unbelievably embarrassing,
humiliating, and mortifying. In addition, it would totally ruin my
plan. Unless, he jumped off the stage and gave me mouth to mouth
resuscitation … hmm that could work.
    For the concert, I chose the jeans and
green tank top outfit because green is Chase’s favorite color. That
would guarantee that I stood out in the crowd, and thus become one
of those fans who met her husband at his concert.
    It was a little chilly, but I knew that
it would definitely be hot and sweaty in the concert because of all
the people in a closed space.
    I brushed my light brown hair and it
fell just below my shoulders. My hair was blonde when I was
younger, but it went darker until it was light brown. I had added a
few blonde highlights the last time I went to the hairdresser. They
looked natural, like I’d been to the beach a lot and the sun had
highlighted my hair. Highlights are important if you live in
California. Everywhere you look there are blonde, beautiful girls.
I straightened my wavy hair with my hot iron. My mom always said
that I should leave it wavy, but I liked to straighten it, because
then it looked longer.
    I put on a lot more make up than I
usually wore. When I got ready for school in the mornings, I just
put on mascara, a bit of blusher and lip gloss. But I went all out
for the concert – smoky eyes, and a pinky/red lipstick. It took me
ages to get the liquid eyeliner straight. After the first attempt,
I looked like a raccoon so I had to wash my wash my
face.
    My older 16-year-old sister, Rachel
always gave me her beauty magazines after she was done with them,
so that’s where I got my make-up and fashion tips from. I liked how
the smoky make-up enhanced my dark green eyes, just like the
magazine said it would. I borrowed Rachel’s hoop earrings to
complete the outfit.
    Our mom named us after the
characters in her favorite sitcom of all time, Friends . It
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