Allie's POV

I was pushing through the crowds of screaming fan girls in the arena, and yelling at them to move when I couldn't squeeze through a gap. Gosh, I thought, he's just a guy, and he's not even on stage yet! When I finally reached my friends with the armful of water bottles I'd just run to get for them, they thanked me, and I told them of my epic adventure through the crowds of screaming twelve-year-olds.

They laughed, and Megan said, "Whoa, I'm surprised you didn't get run over!" which elicited a few more giggles from us. Cynthia checked the time on her phone and groaned, "Still another fifteen minutes before the show starts."

We all sighed, and Jess grumbled, "If I have to stand here for another fifteen minutes, my feet are going to explode." We laughed, and I suggested, "Why don't we sit on the floor?"

This earned a few disgusted faces and Megan spoke first, "Allie, I spent about four hours getting this outfit ready, and now you want me to sit on the floor?"

I raised my eyebrows and surveyed Megan's outfit. It did look pretty fantastic, a purple skirt, worn high-waisted over a white graphic t-shirt, and some sensible patent-leather flats.

"Well, whatever, I'm sitting, I hate standing for extended amounts of time." I huffed and plopped down on the floor.

Soon after the rest of them followed suit, sitting in a circle, Megan sitting on a magazine so she wouldn't get her skirt dirty.

"Hey guys," Jess smiled, "do you remember our huge games of concentration, back in

middle school, at cheer practice?"

I raised my eyebrows mischievously, "Now Jess, I don't think the things we said should be spoken aloud around small ears."

They laughed, and Megan said, "Screw it. Let's go!" We all put our hands up in unison and Cynthia said, "Who's gonna start?"

"I volunteer!" Megan said, smiling. We laughed and I said, "Alrighty then, topic?"

"ANYTHING!" we all yelled in unison, laughing.

"Then let's start!" Jess exclaimed.

"Concentration," we chanted, while slapping each other's hands, "sixty-four, no repeats, or hesitations."

"I'll start" Megan said in time with the slapping. "Okay," we chanted, "category is…ANYTHING!"

Megan said quickly, "PURPLE!"

I was next, and yelled, "BROWN EYES!"

Cynthia laughed and said, "sexy hair!"

Jess bit her lip and then said, "never say never!"

The game went on like that for about five minutes, before we were all cracking up, too out of breath to name anything else. "Okay, okay." I said, recovering. "Do you guys wanna play again, or just chill here for the next fifteen minutes?" They were all clutching their sides from laughing so hard, and said collectively, "chill." "Okay," I smiled, "that's cool, but I totally just gained a six pack from laughing so much."

They all nodded in agreement, and Cynthia checked the time again. "Still ten more minutes." She sighed, "well at least we killed five, right Allie?" I vaguely heard her ask, but I was busy, sitting cross-legged, with my nose buried in the book I had fished from the tote bag I'd brought along. I was in the middle of reading a sentence when Megan's hand blocked the page from my view.

"Earth to Allie? I can't believe you brought your book to a concert!" She said, with a mock shock face.

I grinned sheepishly, "Hey, I thought I'd have some time to kill, and I was right." Megan raised her eyebrows, and I said defensively, "What? It's a good book!" They all laughed at me and I rolled my eyes and went back to reading, slightly chewing on my thumbnail, a bad habit I'd recently picked up. About ten minutes later the DJ came on stage, and we jumped up from our little circle, and I simultaneously stuffed the book into my bag.

We all looked at the DJ expectantly, while the screaming girls behind us rushed to the stage, but my friends and I were already front and center, waiting for the five magical words we knew the DJ was about to say. He put his face to the microphone, and yelled, "Ladies and Gentlemen, JUSTIN BIEBER!"

Justin's POV

I was backstage, jumping up and down in front of my mirror, warming up. I saw my vocal coach, Mama Jan walk in and say, "Alright now calm down a little bit, we have about fifteen minutes, let's do a couple of excercises."

We sat down on the black leather couch, and I went through each exercise, impatiently, I already knew them all by heart.

"Okay, okay, I'm ready, can I go spy on them now?" I asked, smiling.

Mama Jan laughed, "I'm starting to think the girls are your favorite part of preforming."

I faked astonishment, "girls? My favorite? Never." I laughed, and winked at her.

She smiled and said, "Okay, go on."

I uttered a triumphant "yes!" and ran off, under the stage to spy on my fans before the show. Once I was underneath it, in it's maze of supports, I made a beeline toward the very front, where I could listen to, and see through the small gaps, the girls who were closest to the stage.

I put my eye to the wooden paneling, and saw a group of four girls, sitting on the floor laughing. I furrowed my brow, wondering what was so funny, until I heard the girl who had her back to me say,

"Okay, okay. Do you guys wanna play again, of just chill here for the next fifteen minutes?" I wondered vaguely what game they were playing, while I snuck a peek at the other three girls who I could see.

One of them was blonde, with her hair all curled, sitting on a magazine. She was gorgeous, but I tore my eyes away from her to survey the others.

The one sitting on the left had dark, almost black hair, cut at her shoulders. She appeared very short, but I couldn't really tell from my vantage point. She was laughing at something the blonde girl had said, while simultaneously checking her phone, and she looked beautiful. I thought, wow, pretty girls really do hang out together.

I looked at the last of them that I could see, and she was pretty too, with dirty-blonde hair, sitting cross-legged wearing a shirt with my face on it.

I wished I could see the last girl, but I figured I'd be able to see her from the stage since they were at the very front. I focused back in on their conversation, where the blonde girl was saying,

"Earth to Allie? I can't believe you brought your book to a concert!" She was facing in my direction, talking to the brunette girl who's face I couldn't see. Apparently her name was Allie. I looked at her closely, and she was indeed reading a book; I could just see the corner of it. I focused back in just in time to hear the girl-Allie, say,

"What? It's a good book!" I smiled a bit, thinking about how interesting a book would have to be to bring to a concert.

I heard footsteps behind me, and turned around to see my Mom walking up next to me. "Oh hey." I said, grinning sheepishly.

"Were you spying again?" she said, smiling.

"Uh no...I mean, a little. Yeah." I said, laughing slightly.

She laughed, "Anything interesting?"

I grinned, and said, "Yeah, they're all pretty."

Mom laughed again, and patted my back, "Well we've got to get going, Tay's going to announce you in about ten minutes." I sighed, wishing I could spy a little longer. "Alright, let's go on up then."