"I can't believe my parents made me move thousands of miles away from home and all of my friends! Here in Los Angeles, I know no one. While everyone here is so pretty, I'm just, well, plain. Not to mention that I have to start going to a new school, filled with strangers." is all I can think about as I begin to unpack one of the many boxes, filled with my belongings, that are scattered around my room. There are very few good outcomes of my dad getting a new job here in California. One is that my new room is at least half a size bigger than my old one, but the biggest and quite possibly the best outcome is that I'm living in the same town as my idol Ariana Grande! I can't even begin to fathom the fact that I actually have a chance of meeting her now.
I dig through a box labeled POSTERS & PICTURES to try to find my 50's inspired calendar. When I finally come across it, I open it up to the current month, August, to see the 15th circled with a bright pink highlighter and my ticket to Ariana's up-coming concert stapled to the edge of the page. A front row seat ticket, and hopefully my ticket to meeting Ariana. It was a present from my parents to say "Sorry for the move!". If I could just hold out for one more week, this whole moving thing might actually be worth something. I walk over to the entrance of my bedroom and pin up my calendar, by the doorframe, with a push pin that was already in the wall. I begin counting down the days until I would finally meet Ariana Grande-Butera.