The Stalking Of Hannah Montana
Prologue
She is simple beautiful. She has the grace of a swan and the voice of a nightingale. And she was singing just to me. Out of all the people that's here tonight and she only sees me. She most be trying to tell me that she loves me. I must prove that I'm worth of her. He listened to the words of the next song and everything that he was thinking was true. …you'll be the right guy… I'm the right guy!
The more he listen and watched the more he obsessed about her. Who care if he was facing the wrong way or not doing his job. This was more important than life itself. When the concert was over, he still did some work to do. Maybe just maybe, if I hurry I could be there and open the stage door for her and she would see me and then she stop and ask my name and…
I have to get there! He started pushing people toward the exits in his area so he could be there for her. Then he rushed to the stage door. All the others were outside working control. Good! She hadn't left yet. He decided to stand in front of the door like he was guarding it. He composed his face, he hope, to look serious, confident and brave. Then he saw her. His heart started to beat faster as she looked in his direction. When they were twenty feet away, he held the door open for her. As she walked out the door, she turned her head to him and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome Miss. Montana." She didn't hear him over the crowd noise. But to him there was no noise, just her voice. She spoke to me!
Back in his apartment, he quickly went over his work schedule. YES! There's another concert in three weeks. That's enough time for me to prove myself to her.