AN: Hey guys and gals! This is the first piece of writing I have ever submitted anywhere, so that being said it won't be perfect, but I do pride myself on having a rather extensive vocabulary so it shouldn't sound too first grade. This is a partly true recollection of my experiences at the Adam Lambert concert. I love him like no other so I decided he would be bi-ish in this. Hey, it's my story and I'll do what I want with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thanks so much!

I DO NOT OWN ADAM LAMBERT, FOX, AMERICAN IDOL, VICTORIA'S SECRET OR ANY OF THE OTHER THINGS IN THIS STORY OF THAT NATURE. I AM JUST BORROWING FOR THE SAKE OF MY STORY. PLEASE DON'T GET ME IN TROUBLE!

That's all.

Prologue:

I reached my hand into my purse, seeking out my chap stick. I felt my finger tips brush up against two little inconspicuous squares of paper nestled in the lining of my purse. I felt my face light up at the thought of those pieces of paper. I bypassed them and grabbed the lemon flavored lip balm, my mind still on the pieces of paper. They had been sitting innocently in my purse for the past month or so. Tonight was the night they were going to be used. Tonight…I was going to the Adam Lambert concert! You might find me a bit dramatic, but that's only because I adore Adam so much. I watched him transform from the mildly attractive decent singer discovered on American Idol to this glorious sex god who I just want to lick all over. Yeah, it's that bad. But tonight, I was going to touch him. If I have to shove and kick and scream I will get to the front of that crowd. Then, he will touch my hand, he'll look into my over glittered eyes, and we will fall madly in love with each other. The rational part of my brain kept reminding me of how ridiculous I was, but at that point I had already sprayed the gold body glitter on me, had ringed my eyes in liquid silver glitter, was wearing my sexiest new black glittery tank top, and was rocking some hardcore booty shorts. I was running on a glitter high and I couldn't even begin to make myself think rationally. That night didn't exactly go as I had planned…but it was pretty interesting.

Chap. 1

"You ready to go Renee?"

My best friend Deanna was sitting on my bed waiting impatiently for me to finish getting fabulous. She doesn't even really like Adam, but I offered her a free ticket for a free concert. It's not like she was going to turn it down.

"Hold on like twooo seconds. Here, spray my hair."

I handed her the gold body glitter spray and she doused my head in the spray. I coughed when I breathed it in, but going to look in the mirror…I have to say, the end result was worth it. I had gold glitter highlighting the swell of my breasts that peeked out over the top of my tank top(thank you Victoria's Secret) The glitter covered my face and dark brown hair. My lean, tanned legs were also doused in glitter spray that ran from my ankles all the way up to right under my ass. It was safe to say that I was looking sexy and if Adam decided to go straight for a night…well I was going to be the girl he slept with.

"Alright, you look hot enough Renee, can we just get out of here?"

I looked at my phone, 4:15 pm. The concert starts at 8:00. If we wanted a good spot in line we were going to have to hurry. I snapped my phone shut, grabbed my keys in one hand and Deanna's hand in the other and towed her out the door. Within the next 5 minutes we were in line at the Royal Oak Music Theatre. We weren't too far back. Only about 50 people were in front of us. I was getting excited. The four hours in line however, were not doing it for me.

****************** 8:07 pm ***************

"Ohmigod you guyyyssss! We're moving! Ohmygod. I'm SOOO like gonna talk to Adam! We're going to get married and have kids, and live happily eve-"

"Would you shut the fuck up?" I growled. "Dude, hes a 28 year old gay man. I love him as much as the next fangirl but lets just be real here"

The girls behind me were getting so irritating. Like Adam was seriously going to find that one little blond chick in the crowd, meet her eyes, and fall in love. Yeah c'mon. Get your head out of the clouds. So, I might have just crushed her little 14 year old dreams but sorry. Reality hurts. I looked over at Deanna when I heard her laughing.

"What?" I asked her, the 4 hours in line was really getting me in a pissy mood.

"Dude, Renee. You made that girl cry. And if I'm being completely honest, you sounded juuust like her not 4 hours ago. So lighten up please?"

I glared at her for a moment before I realized that she was right and that I was just hungry and thirsty and cranky. I decided to ignore them all and focus on how close we were getting to the entrance. My heart started pounding as we started walked towards the door. As we shuffled in I turned and told Deanna,

"Okay, this is how it's going to go down. I am going to get a hand touch tonight if it kills me. So you're going to either come along for the ride or stand back and watch me work. I will NOT have you weighing me down. So we will make our move when the opening acts are performing when nobody really cares that much, and then we will eventually get up front. Sound good?"

Deanna just nodded as we entered the theatre. I had never been inside this theatre before and it took my breath away. The huge central bar and the dim lights were calling my name but I knew there were more important things at hand…like the crowd congregating around the stage. I grabbed Deanna's hand and we made our way quickly and effectively to the middle of the huge crowd swarming the stage. We weren't up front, but we were close enough for now. People were milling around and lame music was being played out of the loud speakers. Deanna and I were squashed next to a group of adorable gay guys. They kept whispering to each other and because I am who I am, I began getting paranoid.

"Hey, Dee. Do I have something on my face? Toilet paper sticking to my shoe? Food in my teeth? Anything?"

Deanna looked me over, and told me she thought I looked hot. Besides the copious amounts of glitter on me I looked perfect. I decided to let it go.

Within the next 5 minutes the lights dimmed and Alison Iraheta came on. I cheered for her, remembering her days on Idol. She did a few songs, everyone clapped. She was a great opener. Everyone in the crowd was nice and warmed up by the time she was done. And, Deanna and I had made it at least another few feet closer to the stage. Things were going well. That is until I was grabbed around the waist by a drunk guy. He looked me up and down and managed to slur out,

"Dammmnn. Girl, look at you workin them booty shorts. I wanna grab me a piece of that ass! Would your girlfriend here mind if I borrowed you and those…delicious sparkly eyes for a few hours?"

"You fucking perv. Get off me!" I screeched and shoved him away. He toppled to the ground in a drunk heap, spilling his drink all over himself.

"Good riddance" I muttered while Deanna howled in laughter. She slipped her arm over my bare shoulders and said,

"Renee. If you're gonna look this hot you gotta know there's gonna be consequences. So buck up, wipe that disgusted look of your face, and look! There's an opening near the front. Let's go!"

That girl knew just what to say to get my mind off my attack. We shoved and laughed and wormed our way up so that we were only 3 people back from the front of the stage. This was when Orianthi decided to come out and play. She was good at first but dammmnn she took her sweet time getting off the stage. By the time she was finished the crowd was literally hyperventilating with anticipation. I looked to my left and saw one of those gay guys who had been whispering earlier. I saw the recognition flicker in his eyes and a smile light up his face.

"Hey! I know you! I saw you in line earlier!" Mystery gay man said. "You were that girl with that eyeshadow. I'm dead serious girlfriend, it looks like tinkerbell had an orgasm on your face. I wish I had your makeup application skills and whatever liquid glitter that is. For reals, it works MAGIC."

I laughed and thanked him, I didn't know if the whole Tinkerbell having an orgasm on my face was a hot look per se, but I appreciated the compliment.

Just then the lights dimmed and For Your Entertainment started playing. The screams that were emitted (some by me, I'm not about to lie) were loud enough to be heard in Tennessee. Poor Adam.

The fog machines were kicked into overdrive as the song played on. I kept waiting for him to make a dramatic appearance and resume the song. He didn't. I was very disappointed. When the song ended he still wasn't out there. How much longer was this boy about to make me wait?

The next thing I know, my favorite gay man was strutting onto the stage in a fur lined cape and top hat very reminiscent of the "Mad Hatter". Suffice to say, Adam started with "Down the Rabbit Hole"

I will not bore you with all the details of the concert, but I will tell you that it was amazing. Deanna and I fought so hard to get up front and we still weren't there by the end of the concert. Adam had just finished Sure Fire Winners when I let my anger fly. The timing worked out perfectly so that I ended up shouting, "WOULD YOU BASTARDS JUST FUCKING MOVE?" during probably the only quiet moment in the concert. Adam cocked his head in my direction, looked at me, and laughed before he started the encore song.

AN: And there we have it! The end of my first chapter of my first ever fanfiction I worked very hard on this, but it is by all means far from perfect. I wrote this on the night of the concert right after I had gotten home so pardon me for being a bit rushed. Lol. I wrote this like I would have spoken it and I know people may not like to read it like this so I apologize but this is how the remainder of the chapters will be. Soooo if you don't like it, that sucks for you.