Prologue: The Texts That Started It All...
Nikki
I stared at my phone, a Sony Ericsson Xperia, and waited for it to buzz. Just a few more minutes, and...there! Taylor's face popped up on the big screen and her text message read loud and clear, "My parents said I could go." Yes! Now let's just wait and see if Sam can go..I thought to myself while I typed out an excited response to her. Right when I got the alert that my message to Taylor had been sent, Sam's face appeared and the message read, "Yeah, I can go." YESSS! I thought. I had to hurry and get ready. Me and my two best friends in the whole world were going to a Justin Bieber concert the next week!
Taylor
When I got the first text on my iPhone from Nikki that asked me if I had wanted to go to a Justin Bieber concert with her, my first response was no way! I can't stand Justin Bieber, even in the slightest bit. Sure, his song lyrics are good and if he lives by the lyrics, he would be a great guy. But unfortunately, he is a self conceited fed up jerk. But this was for my best friend in the whole world besides Sam, so I went and asked my mom. She was so surprised that she dropped the paperback she was reading, but when I explained the situation, she said yes. So I texted Nikki back with a sigh and prepared for the mob of Beliebers that would come the next week.
Samantha (Sam)
My HTC Aria buzzed with the excitement of a new text. I quickly unlocked the screen and checked who it was from. It was Nikki, and she had asked me to go to a concert. Normally, when asked to go to a concert, I'd jump at the chance. But this was Justin Bieber. And, like my best friend Taylor, I can't stand him. This was a chance at a day away from my adoptive parents who treat me like I'm a princess, so I went downstairs from the 3rd floor to the 1st floor and I asked my parents if I could go in my sweet and innocent voice. They exchanged strange glances when I said Justin's name, but after we got through that moment of strangeness, they agreed to let me go. I told Nikki I could go on the small keypad, and was upset- knowing Nikki, the seats would be front row and we would have backstage passes included. Woo.