"So did you get them?"

I turn around to see my two best friends crowding behind me. I smile as I pull out three tickets from my pockets. "Next month, front row tickets- peroxwhygen." I gloat and my friends gasp.

"Dude, how the FUCK did you get front row tickets?" Tiffany asks, grabbing at the tickets and staring at them.

"Well I got there at like six in the morning and I was second in line. You guys owe me a hundred and fifty bucks, each!" I tell my friends and nod.

The bell rings telling us that third period is over. Being a senior is great- short hours, no homework, and teachers don't seem to care if you pay attention or not. Oh but before I get into details, let me tell you about myself:

My name is Shannon Moore. I'm a sixteen year old student at Union Pines High School. This is my final semester and I am in love with Jeff Hardy… Yes THE Jeff Hardy, the huge rockstar! I know just about everything there is to know about him and I own all of his cd's. I buy every magazine that he's featured in and posters of him cover my walls. I guess you could call me obsessed.

My two best friends are Tiffany and Blake, who've been dating since seventh grade. We're pretty much the three musketeers. However, when it comes to dating, I prefer guys. Yeah, I'm gay… Came out last summer. Right around the same time Jeff Hardy became MY rock god. Conidence, I think so!

Math class is next. Luckily, all three of us have it together. Mr Taylor, our math teacher, is extremely cool too, he sat us all together so we'd get more work done… Yeah right, once we're in math class, all we do is chat and carry on.

As the class starts, I take my seat and open my notebook to my math section, most of the notes filled with random doodles and song lyrics. I can't help but to stare at my ticket for the concert. I'll be right there, front row staring at Jeff, and hopefully he'll stare back. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll not only see me but he'll invite me back stage to hang out with him for a bit!

I can hardly wait, this is going to be so awesome!

- One month later-

I'm pacing back and forth trying to think of something to wear, considering I have a closet the size of a bedroom filled with clothes and sneakers. Although it takes me a while, I finally decide on what to wear; a pair of black straight legged jeans, a black t-shirt, a studded belt, and my worn out, black, slip on Vans. I'm this outfit sounds rather plain but trust me, I look freakin' hot!

My phone vibrates to let me know that I have a text message. Its from Tiffany and she's telling me that she's on her way to pick me up! Pretty soon we'll be at the arena waiting to see MY god!

--*--

"If you would shut the fuck up, maybe I could here what security guard was saying!" I snap at Tiffany. For security reasons I was not allowed to bring the camera inside the building, of course, I have to walk all the way back to the car to put it back safely.

Sighing, I pull out a cigarette before I start to walk towards the arena. As I light up the cigarette I notice there is someone standing in front of me, staring down.

"Got an extra cigarette?" I know that voice! I quickly look up at realise that its Jeff Hardy!

"For you, fuck yeah." I pull out the pack and give it to him. "Thanks… Y'know you're a little too young to be smoking, right?" Jeff smirks as he hands the pack back to me.

"I'm sixteen, yeah I'm still a child but I'm old enough to smoke and to do other things." I raise my eyebrow.

"Mmm sixteen? Just the right age. So how would you like to hang backstage with me after the concert?" He askes me and I nearly stop breathing.

"You're not serious are you?" I chuckle.

"As a heart-attack." He responds unamused.

"Fuck yeah I'd like to hang out with you backstage." it's a once in a life time experience I'm not going to be that stupid to give it up.

Jeff hands me a VIP pass and thanks me for the cigarette again. He tells me to meet him by the staff entrance in the back and I agree. I can hardly wait for this show to be over with!