Sofia had no idea who put the envelope in her locker, but when she opened it in the morning, she found an envelope in there. Somebody must have slipped it through the little space between locker and locker door. Wasn't she way too old for a love letter from a secret admirer You did these things in high school, not when you were…slightly over thirty.

Sofia was written on it, in capital letters, made it impossible for her to find out, who wrote it. Looking to the left and right, she saw, she was alone, took the envelope, put it in her pocket, closed the locker door and left the room. Whoever wrote the letter wouldn't spy on her while she read whatever was written in it. She's do that at home, while she had breakfast and cuddled her cat.

It couldn't be a work related letter, could it? No, if it was, whoever wrote it, had given it to her in person and not slipped it secretly in her locker. It had to be personal. And a secret. Somebody didn't want the rest of the shift to know, Sofia got this letter. How exciting. Her curiosity grew from minute to minute. Worst, she had very special ideas, whom she wanted to be the writer and what was written down in the letter. Oh yes, a very good imagination, what it should be. Maybe she should risk a little look on her way home, the next time she had to stop in front of a red light…no, keep it all for home! Patience was such a hard thing.

Taking two steps at a time she jumped up in her apartment, kicked away her shoes and torn the envelope apart. Instead of a deep red sheet of paper or at least a white one with hearts, all she got was a ticket. No comments, no letter. She turned the ticket and gasped for air. This had to be a joke. Somebody gave her a ticket for P!nk! For the sold out P!nk concert tonight, the one she tried to get tickets for and didn't succeed. For a while Sofia played with the idea to join the security team or use her badge to get to the concert.

"Justice, I've got a ticket to P!nk! Look at this!" She sat on the floor and her red kitten jumped from the chair on her lap, purred and enjoyed the cuddles he got. Six months old, he was more like a dog than a cat to her, followed her when she was in her apartment and slept on her bed every day.

"Tonight at the MGM Grand. I've no idea who gave it to me, but whoever was it, deserves a huge thank you and knows I've got the night off. But who knows it? And who knew I wanted to see her? I didn't really tell anybody, did I?"

The kitten jumped on her shoulder and licked her cheek.

"Now I look like a witch."

Which wasn't that bad. She took the kitten in her arms and carried it to the bedroom. Here she placed Justice on her bed and undressed herself. "Give me a few minutes for a shower, then I'll be with you. Warm up the bed, sniff on the ticket, find out who touched it and tell me. Be a good police kitten. After all, your name is Justice, knowing who gave me the ticket is part of justice, don't you think?"

The kitten meowed, which made Sofia smile. Justice answered her, if she could get in her job an answer from justice all the time, life would be easier.

A couple of thousand people wanted to get into the concert hall and Sofia had to fight for a place close to the stage. Not easy, but she made it around twenty yards to the stage, a good place to see P!nk and experience the show. With her camera ready, she took a look around. Still she had no idea who gave her the ticket and wondered, if this person was here too. If so, it wasn't very likely they'd meet, with around five thousand people here and another five thousand sitting around interior room, it wasn't likely to see any familiar face.

The whole day Sofia listened to songs of the blonde singer, watched the Sydney concert on DVD and annoyed Justice with happy dances with him in her arms. Probably by now her poor kitten was seasick. And happy she was gone for a few hours. The crazy woman was gone, happy with her ticket and glad, she didn't cancel her night off today. Fade had been very kind to her.

The light were turned low and the noise around her rose. Time to start the show, time to see P!nk. Guitars and drums started the show, the stage was still dark, Sofia jumped up and down, knowing it didn't help to see more. Until nobody switched on the light, she was like blind.

Random blinking light appeared and at the same moment P!nk started singing and all people screamed; so did Sofia. P!nk! P!nk! P!nk! And yes, let the party started. She was so ready for a party, wouldn't mind when they celebrated, danced and sing the whole night. How many songs could she play? Over sixty…forget sixty, there were hundreds of songs she wanted to hear from the blonde singer, no matter if they were written by her or not.

Song by song Sofia sung all lyrics, danced, jumped and was focused on the stage, so she forgot about the person who gave the ticket to her. Whoever it was, hopefully this person was here too and had such a great time like she did.

Somebody was called on stage, what a lucky woman. She could dance and sing with P!nk. Why didn't Sofia make it into the first row? Because she didn't camp in front of the concert hall for days and had to fight for the place she stood now. Her camera in one hand, the other in the air she continued to jump, aware of the fact, her video was nothing more than a documentation of a concert, that would make you feel seasick when you watched it later, but it kept the sound and the atmosphere. What a memory. Hopefully they could buy these wrist bands after the concert, with the complete concert as an audio file on it.

Her heart made a triple somersault when her favorite song started.

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice. Dug my way out blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life."

Oh, her life was just perfect at the moment. The song sounded live even better than on CD. "Mistreated this place, misunderstood. Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down.. Mistaking, always second guessing, underestimating, look I'm still around."

This song reminded her so much of a person she knew, a person she wished would be here with her. The only thing that was missing this night, to make it a perfect night.

"Pretty, pretty please, dont you ever, ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever fee like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me!"

Oh, she knew somebody, who was also fucking perfect to her. So damn perfect and Sofia had no nerves to say these words out loud. Maybe she had to get the single of this song and, after she got a ticket for P!nk in her locker, she could give away the single to one, who was perfect to her. Secretly, without leaving her name and any fingerprints behind.

Yes, that was a very good idea. And while she did this, she'd sing in her mind:

Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You're fucking perfect to me