You hear singing. Not just any singing. You know who it's. It is Ronnie Radke. His in town for a gig at the mall. Here in this small ass town in Illinois. His there and you're here. There is no way you would get over there to the gig in time to meet him. Your phone started to ring. It was your friend, Andy. You answered it after the second ring. They're at the show so they are yelling really loud, but you could barely hear them. There was too much yelling in the background. Two minutes later, the crowd stopped screaming, and you hear the most handsome voice ever singing "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to dear Alice. Happy Birthday to you!" OH MY GOD! Ronnie Radke was singing you happy birthday to YOU! Your mouth was hanging down. You were so shocked. Then Ronnie says "Dear Alice, meet me at the mall's parking lot at midnight." "S-s-sure Mr. Radke" you replied. "Call me Ronnie. And wear something nice." "Ok Ronnie" "Bye Sweetheart and remember