Hello People. so a few weeks ago I was reading through this story and ic realized how shit it sounded, so tonight I decided to fix it up. sorry about any spelling errors capital letters or lack there of etc.

Chapter 1

"Come on get loud, loud nah nah nah nahahaha," Trish yelled along with the music.

Trish my best friend had dragged me to see her favourite band play in The filmore theatre in detroit. we were seeing a band called R5. As good as there music was, i still couldnt get over the fact that the name of there band sounded like a parking spot in a shopping center.

but of coarse any time i voiced my views i got a stern look and a shh, from Trish.

"baby let me here it loud" Trish sighed as the song ended and a new one begun. she loved R5, she was there biggest fan, at least as far as i could tell. i mean she did start up the R5LOVE blogsite, wherein all tthere crazy fans could dote on how awesome they were and how much they loved them and how they blah blah blah.

as you can probably tell, i'm pretty indifferent towards them. i mean yeah there music is good, but there just a band, its not as if there music gods, like Bon Jovi, Eagles, Richard Marx or Bryan Adams, no they were just some little band, its not like in a thousand years there music will be immortalized like the previously mentioned gods. so why was i at there concert, you ask? because i'm such a good friend that my best friend trish decided to drag me out of bed this morning because aparently one of the guys that obsessed with her got her two tickets and was waiting to surprise her. Yay.

EARLIER THIS MORNING

"Ally, come on" trish encouraged. "If we don't leave soon were going to be late and i definitely don't want to sit next to some wannabe groupie, who spends the entire evening giggling like a fool every time he accidently smiles at her"

"you do mean you right" Ally Dawson answered back poking her head out from her closet, only to get a pillow to the face.

"i have no idea what your talking about" trish responded innocently.

"oh bullshit. you know exactly what i'm talking about. the last concert you dragged me too. you hooked up with the lead guitarist. what was his name again? Wez" Ally asked slyly.

"uhhh... yes, Wez" she answered.

"uhuh, anyway. what shoes the red pumps or black straps?"

"do you have black pumps?"

"trish seriously. fine i'm going with the red pumps. just to embarass you" ally stated, slipping on her shoes. "i just dont understand why i have to go with you?" ally asked from her closet.

"because your my best friend, you love me and if you don't i will dye your hair all the colours of the rainbow tonight while you sleep, plus i really dont want to go with Nathan" ally peeked her head out of the closet and looked at Trish questionably.

"nathans the one who gave me the tickets"

"okay, how do i look?" she asked "do i look suitable for your little stalker parade?" when she stepped out of the closet trish was greeted with the familar brown haired girl she'd come to know as her best friend since, well, forever. she was wearing a strapless dress that had red embroided top and a short black flowy skirt that purposley showed of her legs that were further enhanced by her newly chosen red pumps, her hair was set in delicate curls that surrrounded her face.

"yeah, you'll do, now lets go i don't want to miss a single song." Trish stated standing up and heading for the front door.

ally quickly gathered her purse phone and keys before opening the door and ushering trish outside.

telling trish just as she closed the door "you do realize his name was Dez right?"

"damn" was all ally heard as she locked the door.

BACK AT THE CONCERT

You know how there's always one person that at any given time your crushing on, well for Trish it was one of the back up singers of the band.

he had shoulder length brown hair that swept over his face whenever he moved.

she once told me, shed love to remove it from his face.

to which i may or may not have replied something snarky along the lines of "is that before or after you have ridden him to town and back" the bruise has only just healed completely.

"nah nah nah, let's go home together" she sang repeating the words to here comes forever Soon enough (but NOT soon enough) the song ended.

the band then started to talk to the crowd, the lead one with straight, what i assume to be, died blond hair starts talking into the microphone

"wooh, welcome everybody to our concert, I'm Ross, and we are R5" this caused an eruption of clapping and teenage girl squealing to resonate throughout he theatre, most of it coming from my embarrassing best friend next to me.

"okay, okay" he said wave his hands up and down in an attempt to quiet down the audience. "during our next song well be shining the spotlight across the crowd and if it stops on you we want you to come up here and sing with us" the squealing continued even louder this time"

"okay, okay. you'll also be getting free tickets to our next tour" even more cheers and squealing, if that was even possible "and R5 merchandise. and don't worry were not going to let you pass us by" Ross shouted.

They then started playing 'Pass Me By'.

Trish turned to me and was so red in the face, she loved him, he was her idol, she once told me "he's an inspiration to the world"

I of course being the incredibly pessimistic person I was, told he "he's only an inspiration because people idolize him, and anyone can look inspiring if they are famous."

I mean seriously, if you put someone on a pedestal of coarse people are going to lookup to them.

as i stood there watching Trish enjoy the show, out of the corner of my eye i could see the spotlight dancing across these a of overzealous teenage girls that were also at this concert.

focusing my attention back on Trish. I realized that I hoped she'd get picked, that maybe it would get her over her R5 idolization.

if she got to meet them and they turned out to be nothing but fame starved morons.

one could only hope.

i was so lost in my thoughts that i didn't hear Trish calling me.

"ally, ally, ally" i looked at her again, and she was regarding me weirdly.

"look. ally look. the spotlight landed on you. you won" she squealed.

Wait. What.

i'll be doing this chapter by chapter. I don't suggest you read chapter 2 until I have fixed it up and that could be anytime, I hope you liked the start. leave a review if you like. thanks for reading. I hope this is better than it was.

Emmy