"Come on Mom! "Mitchie said. "OK!! Throw me my keys and get your jacket on. Oh and get in the car if you want to make me hurry." Replied the voice of Mitchie's mother. Mitchie puts on her jacket and grabs her purse, running outside. She then swings open the car door and jumps in the passengers seat. "Common!" Mitchie yelled to her mom, who was walking out the door holding her keys and purse. "Ah!" Said Mitchie's mother tripping on the marble step. "Mom! Are you ok?". Mitchie's mother then shouted "Call 911 Mitch!". Mitchie pulls out her cell and dials 9-1-1. "Hello, is this an emergency?" A kind voice asks. Just then, Mitchie passes out, only to give the other line a busy signal.
2 hours later
Mitchie wakes up. "I am awake, but were is my mom!" Mitchie asks a doctor. "Your mother broke both of her arms falling and both in 2 different places. Right this way to see her." Dr. Sherman said, guiding her to a room.
"This is going to sound bad but can catch a cab?" Mitchie asked her mother, in a desperate like tone, hugging her mother. "That is fine sweetie, go get your tickets"
1 hour later
Mitchie is sitting on the curb sobbing "Why me?!" She asks herself. Right after she said that, Nate stepped outside. Mitchie looked over, knowing who it was, just to upset to care. Nate crouched down, beside Mitchie. "What is wrong?" he asks. "Do you really want to know what is wrong?" Mitchie asks. Nate replied "Yes". "First, my mom broke both of her arms in 2 different places so I called 911 and I fainted. Then, I caught a cab here and there was no one here and then tickets for your show tonight were completely sold out." Mitchie replied, sobbing harder now.
" I think I have something that can cheer you up." Nate said. "What is it?" Mitchie looked at him puzzled. "Three things. First I will get you a seat in my VIP front row seats, you will get a backstage pass, and you will come up on stage for our final song""WHEN YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYES" Nate answers "Really? OMG!" Mitchie says. "Yes." Nate says. Mitchie hugs him. "Well you better come with me,". 5 min later Nate says "here is your seat". About 3 hour and thirty min later.- I would like the person I told I would pull onstage for WHEN YOU HOLD ON TO ME to come up please!" Nate yells into the microphone. About 4 minutes later, as Nate finishes the song he slips a note to Mitchie behind their backs Nick says "Read it but do not tell anyone." She gets off stage and walks to the bathroom, and reads the note. It says:
Dear Mitchie,
Here is my real cell number. 301-878-3645
Do not tell anybody this number or I will have big problems.
Love,
Nate
PS: Call Anytime.
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R&R, and thanks adriannaisme for editing!