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I never really planned this out. Even if I had tried to plan it, it still probably wouldn't have worked out like this. I mean, there's no way that I could have. My parents had booked the hotel months in advance, as soon as the tour dates had been announced . I had no way of knowing that it would happen to be the same hotel that the performers were staying at. Frankly, I would've preferred not to stay at their hotel; I didn't want to come off as one of those psycho-obsessed fangirls hell-bent on stalking their idol's every move. It's just not how I roll. I like to at least give off the impression that I'm not completely in love with a man I will never meet.

That being said, my Glambert side wasn't exactly keeping a low profile early that morning. I had woken up God-knows-how early to get ready for a pre-concert fan get-together. The whole time I was getting 'glammed up', I was berating myself… why am I doing this? It's not like he'll ever actually see me, I thought as I artfully applied black liner and glitter to my face. Surely there was no way he'd be mesmerized by my black, silver, and blue ensemble. Who was I trying to impress? My fellow Glamberts? Hardly. I was totally comfortable expressing my love of Adam to them… however, my family? Notsomuch. I slipped out the door quietly, hoping they were still asleep, so that they wouldn't have a chance to mock me and my flawlessly styled hair that he would never see. They just didn't understand. My parents were Danny fans.

Traitors.

My glittery heels clicked loudly as I walked down the hall. I was proud that I didn't even wobble a little bit. The shiny black clutch in my hand matched my scintillating nails. Quite frankly, I felt fucking fabulous.

I was extremely looking forward to my Glambert meeting, almost as much as the concert that night, despite the ghastly weather. The booming thunder did not dampen my spirits. Hell, I was away from my family, about to party it up with a few friends, then go to the best concert of my life. It didn't matter that the air around me was pretty cold. It didn't matter that my shoes weren't exactly comfortable. It didn't even matter that--

BOOM.

Whoa. Serious thunderstorms now. The lights even blinked a little bit.

Hmmm.

For the first time, I was worried about the concert. What if conditions were bad enough that they had to postpone it or something?! No, no, no. Nothing was going to ruin today. Nothing. The sun had barely risen; negative thoughts should not be coming around yet! Depression didn't usually set in until later in the day. I took a deep breath and carried on.

As I reached the elevator, the lights flickered again, and my thoughts flashed to the stairs. Perhaps they would be the smarter choice… but… I was on the top floor… and wearing heels… and… I was lazy. The sloth won over the intellectual within me, and I pushed the 'down' button.

By the time the sluggish elevator's doors opened in front of me, I was so lost in thought I almost didn't get in. I was going over the concert checklist in my head: phone, iPod, camera, and wallet in my purse. I had texted one of the other fans I was meeting with, Jamie, to ensure she wouldn't forget the blue glowsticks, noting the poor cell reception with a frown. Texted Lisa, the girl with the posters, and Terry, the girl with the bra. We all had roles in this concert, and mine was to record the entire thing. I had been landed with this task because I had been voted least likely to have a heart attack during the concert, being the youngest and (supposedly) most 'controlled'. I hoped they were right. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of Adam… like he would ever even see me.

That last thought had just popped into my head just as the elevator dinged and slowed to a stop. I glanced up; I was only one floor down. Who else would be using the elevator at this ungodly hour? As the doors started sliding open, my phone buzzed with a confirmation from Lisa. My fingers hovered above the keypad of my phone, but there was no chance of me being able to reply any time soon. My body had frozen. My eyes were bugging out of my head, and I could only stare in disbelief.

That spiky black hair, longer than usual. Those piercingly pale blue eyes. The beautifully freckled skin on his bare arms. The unusually stylish man purse(satchel!). The stretch of faded denim across his long legs. And then, the final confirmation: the pointy-toed snakeskin boots.

There was no doubt about it. This demigod that may as well have floated into the elevator next to me was the Glittery Alien from Planet Fierce himself.

Adam Mitchel Lambert.