Tonight would be the night I would see him again. After about fifteen or so years, it would be so hard to look at him. He made it to the top just like he wanted to, I always believed in him. But he left me behind, and tonight I hope I can catch up.

I walked through the stadium doors, I was about to see Beck Hansen, my old best friend in concert. We were best friends since grade school. I shuffled through the crowd of already-drunk people, their breath stinking of beer. One of the reasons I hated going to shows.

This is a really nice place.. I thought to myself as I looked up at the ceiling, which was the height of two stories. It was also a church, but they played concerts there. I thought that was odd. Taking my seat, which unfortunately wasn't in the front, I tried to relax. Well, that didn't exactly work. My heart was pumping a million times a minute. Why am I so nervous? You're just seeing him, you're just seeing him. I really hope I get to talk to him, too. But that's doubtful. I don't even think he'll remember me..

The opening band began to play, but I didn't pay attention. They really only had one good song, anyway. I chuckled quietly at some ladies who began dancing.. I love it when people do that. The lights sprang on once again, many a dozen crew members now setting up for the main event, Beck.

I patiently waited and stood up when people had to pass through to get out of their seats. Gosh, how long was this intermission? It shouldn't be this long. I can't stand this. It's been thirty minutes already! Now with almost everyone back in their seats, it better start soon. The lights dimmed after ten minutes. Stupid forty minute intermission.

There.. there he is. I could barely breath, my chest was heaving. He looks the same, well, with much longer hair. I just want to run up and hug him, but I knew I couldn't. Instead, tears, a mixture of joy and depression, came streaming down my face. I'm glad I didn't wear eyeliner tonight.

I sang along to every song. I knew every word by heart. I could tell some people were getting annoyed by my terrible breaking voice, but I wouldn't shut up for them. I sang for my friend. Until the song, "Think I'm in Love" came on. I knew the words, but as soon as I got to the chorus, my mouth couldn't form words. The words were so simple, I think I'm in Love but it makes me kind of nervous to say so! but I just couldn't say it. I think, just maybe, those few words described why I was here tonight.

No, this couldn't be it. Two hours? It's over. Mission failed. He left stage, and I didn't talk to him. Suddenly, I realized how stupid I am. I have as much of a chance of talking to him as anyone else does, pretty much, no chance at all.

Crowds of people began to exit the building, but I stayed put. I just wanted to savour the moment one last minute. This was probably the last time I'd see him in person, anyway, even if it was from afar. With a good portion of people gone, I decided to leave. It seemed a lot more frigid outside than normal, but I guess it was just because I felt cold, anyway.

As I walked back to my car, I noticed a mass group of people crowded behind a metal fence. I didn't exactly have to go home right away, did I? So it wouldn't hurt to check out what everyone was looking at. I anxiously ambled over, standing on my toes trying to see what was going on. A heavy security guard was shouting at fans to stay behind the fence, what was happening?

I overheard someone say Beck was inside the bus everyone was looking at, and that he might come out. So, I might see him again. Just maybe. Doubtful. I'm always negitive about everything.

After a while, he never came out, so I started to leave, until I noticed the chatter rising. No, it wasn't Beck, but it was his bassist. I guess I could get his autograph. I fought my way through the crowd to the front, a pen and paper in my hand. After numerous attemps to get his attention, I finally did. He smiled and signed the tiny slip of paper I had in my hand. I guess it would have to be good enough.

I heard a couple of girls ask him if he could pass on a message to Beck for them. That was it, the closest I could get. I quickly withdrew another torn fragment of paper from my green Beck bag and scribbled out a message on it. Just before the bassist stepped onto the first step on the bus, I shouted, "Wait!"

He turned quickly, and I beckoned him over. This guy was pretty nice, coming over to me. "Could you please, please, please give Beck this?" I asked, holding out the paper. He grinned weakly and took it from me. "Sure." he answered. Yes!

Dear Becka Hans;

You'd be cuter if you lived in the blue house!

- JayCee Penney

That's exactly what I wrote. My nickname for him was Becka. He got made fun of a lot for his name, but I wasn't exactly bullying him. It was a joke. As for the blue house, that's something between Beck and I. I used to like this kid who lived in a blue house around the corner from him. He used to sort of have a crush on me, but I always declinded, jokingly saying 'You'd be cuter if you lived in the blue house.' I'm not sure if he found it as funny as I did, but it's alright. His nickname for me was JayCee Penney, because my initials are JC. Jenna Carrie.

The bassist finally got on the bus. Suddenly I realized, he's probably just going to throw it out. Like Beck would actually care what a fan said. Not saying he's mean, trust me, he's.. well used to be my best friend. But when you're famous, you can't keep up with everyone someone says.

It's getting late, I should probably get going now. It's already, what? One in the morning now. Times flies. But now the bassist and some blonde girl are peeking through the window on the bus that has a curtain over it for obvious reasons. I feel as though they're looking at me, but they can't be. Not me.. right? They're gone again. I guess not. My mind was playing tricks on me for the millionth time. I hate it sometimes.

The blonde girl is coming out now, glancing around. Her eyes lock with mine. I blink for a quick second, and in an instance she's walking over to me. I rapidly glance behind me to see if anyone else behind me, but everyone is just socializing. My heart races and my palms start to sweat. I usually wish I could be invisible, but right now, I'm a little glad to be here.

She stares at me hard, thinking. "Are you Jenna Carrie?" she asks, her voice stern. I gulp. "Er.. yeah." I choke back to her. "Would you mind coming with me?" it's really more of a statement than a question. "Not at all."