"Bridget, let's go!"
I hear my brother yelling at me, and the excitement rushes through me again.Today's the day! Today is the day I finally get to see my idols live. I'd watched pretty much every single Youtube interview and all the grainy shots of All time Low live, and in just a few hours, I would get to see them live. Words couldn't express how happy I was. All Time Low had come to Charlotte a few times, but I had always been to young to go (according to my parents). But at the ripe old age of 15, they were finally letting me go with my brother, who was 21. He'd already seen them live multiple times. He was actually the one who introduced me to the band back in '09. I'd loved them ever since, even though I barely knew what any of the lyrics meant.
I brushed through my short brown wavy hair. I never thought of myself as pretty; with short brown hair, brown eyes, and tiny boobs and ass, I'd only ever thought of myself as average at best. It didn't matter though, I didn't have anyone to impress at this concert. No one I knew liked All Time Low except my best friend Bradley, but he was out of town. I sighed as I pulled on my favorite Blink shirt, but this time, it was a sigh of happiness, not disgust. I was finally seeing them! The excitement just kept coming, and it never seemed to sink in.
"Bridgette, I swear to God, if you don't hurry up-"
"I'm coming! Jesus, I'm coming." But even I couldn't get mad at my brother right now, because I was daydreaming. I'd had this daydream so often that it almost became a reality, and I almost expected it to happen. I would bump into Zack before the show, and he'd say "Hey, nice shirt" and I'd say "KLDJF;DKLGJKLJ" and he'd smile and laugh and say "Hey, wanna come sing on stage with us?" I'd say "oh my god oh my god oh my god yes!" He'd laugh, and lead me backstage to meet everyone else, and we'd all quote Straight to DVD and laugh our heads off.
I snapped out of it. I knew it wouldn't happen. First, it was extremely stupid. Second, no one would ever invite me to sing on stage. It's not that I couldn't sing; I was actually pretty good. It's just that I'm ugly, and I guess no one would want me on stage. Still, there was a piece of me that so desperately held on to the stupid little daydream. And I've learned that if you want something bad enough, it'll happen. Maybe not exactly the way you plan, however.

Notes

First chapter! I know it's kind of lame, but this is just some background before we get to the good stuff.
Comment please! I'll upload the second chapter soon!