Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Hope and her sister Faith were in line at ticket master. It was a lottery to get tickets. So they were waiting to see if their number was called. Faith's number was called so she went up and bought 4 tickets (the maximum is 4). They were third row tickets. Hope wanted to see if her number would be called. It never was. They walked happily to the car.

Faith- Oh my God!! I'm so happy! I know who I'm taking with me!

Hope- (expectant) who me?

Faith- No! Gabriella, Taylor, and KayCee!

Hope- What?! How could you Faith? I'm the one who got you into the Jonas Brothers! I'm the one who told you about the concert! And I'm the one who actually likes their music! The only reason you're going is to get a couple awesome pictures of Joe and his butt!

Faith- That is not true!

Hope- Oh sorry, I forgot. Your stupid friends are begging you to give them a ticket, or else they won't be your friend anymore. That is so totally bogus! (Walks away very mad) I'm taking the bus!

Faith- Fine I don't care!

Hope walks to the bus stop and sits down. Her nerves give way and she starts to cry. After a while, she looks next to her and sees a guy sitting there looking at her.

Hope- How long have you been sitting there?

Guy- Long enough to know why you're upset.

Hope- Man I'm such an idiot. (Wipes away tears)

Guy- If it helps, I have tickets to that concert...

Hope- So? It's sold out. You wouldn't give them away like that without a profit.

Guy- Yeah I would.

Hope- Really? How come?

Guy- Cuz one, I'm a nice guy. And two, I can't be in two places at once. Even though I wish I could.

Hope- Oh I see. Where do you need to be?

Guy- (puts down his hood and takes off his sunglasses. Hope gasps.) Well... onstage. But, I'd love to be in the audience and watch our concert.

Cliff hanger :)

Who will it be? Take your pick.

-Nick

-Joe

-Kevin

-Jack (drummer)

-Garbo (bass player)

-John (guitar player)

-Ryan (new keyboardist)

I am telling you. I am not a stalker. I am a very dedicated fan who just happens to know everything about them. There is a difference.