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Dreaming of You

Am I Dreaming?

Kylie got me all dazzled up and she found something to wear in my closet and we were on our way. After I parked in the arena, we walked into the place. There were hundreds of fans there, basically the entire arena was filled. Kylie and I took our seats and we waited patiently for the show to begin.

"Wanna go backstage after the show?" Kylie asked, Smiling widely.
"How?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. Kylie laughed loudly, and a few people stared.
"sweetheart I got a push up bra on and know how to work my way around a merch guy" She said, I rolled my eyes.
"If you want too, you do it" I said, not wanting the All Time Low merch guy to think I was a band slut. Not that Kylie was. Besides if I did meet Alex what I would I do? Tell him we’re dream dating and cringe about it for the rest of my life.

The lights darkened and show lights came on as I heard Rian Dawson start on the drums somewhere on the stage. The crowd roared in applause. Zack Merrick came running on the stage followed by Jack Barakat. The crowed screamed exceptionally loud when Alex Gaskarth came on stage and scanned the crowd.

The funny thing was, he was all smiles and laughing until he looked into the section Kylie and I were sitting. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Was it because I was his Boo?

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