After running countless scenarios of how tonight might pan out, we finally arrive at the concert. I tell my mom that I'll text her about 30 minutes before the concert ends so she'll know to leave to come pick me up. I excitedly hop out our the car and walk up to the window where I give a lady my ticket, and in return she gives me a wristbands to let the guards know I paid. I walk into the event and find my seat. I still have 15 minutes before the concert starts, and over the speakers they are playing songs like Payphone by Maroon 5 and We Are Young by FUN while we wait. Within 5 more minutes all the seats are now filled. A lot of the people here are teenagers with there parents. It's crazy how a normal girl from Boca Raton, FL could become an icon like she has. Before I know it, the music stops and screams from teenagers, including me, fill the room. I see Ariana walk out on stage, and the screams continuously get louder. She thanks us all for coming out and supporting her. She tells how much her fans mean to her and she gets started singing Put Your Hearts Up. She runs through some of her covers like Die In Your Arms and Only Girl In The World. Then she moves on to her original songs that include Honeymoon Avenue and she finishes the concert with Pink Champaign. By time the concert is over my voice and throat hurt from all the screaming I've done. I texted my mom 20 minutes ago, so she should be here in about 30 minutes. As the place begins to empty out enough to where I can move I walk out. As soon as I step out of the door, there stands Ariana with another fan taking a picture. I try to stop myself from hyperventilating as I walk up to her and ask for a picture with her. She says sure and I hand my phone to one of her bodyguards and stand next to Ariana. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and I wrap mine around her waist. Oh my Grande! I'm touching Ariana Grande! This is not happening. This has to be a dream! I snap back to reality when her bodyguard counts to three and snaps the picture. I give her a hug and thank her for the picture. She say you're welcome and tells me that she adores my dress and bow. Ariana likes my outfit! Oh my gosh. Can this night get any better? I take my phone back from the bodyguard and thank him. I walk out to the front, to wait for my mom, with my body shaking. I cannot believe I just met Ariana Grande. And I got a picture with her! I'm so glad I had to move out here to LA!
I've been waiting on my mom to get here for 45 minutes now! Where is she? This is why I should have driven myself here. The lights of the building flick off and I'm standing alone. In the dark. I see a black vehicle out of the corner of my eye, and I pull out my phone and am reading to dial 911 if needed. The car stop in front of me and the window rolls down to reveal Ariana sitting in the passenger side of the car with Joan driving. "Hi, I never got your name when we took a picture." I look around to see if anyone else is around, but it's just me. Whoa! Ariana is asking me for my name?! "I.. I'm [your name]" "Well, it's nice to meet you [your name]. Are your parents coming to pick you up?" she asks me with a concerned look on her face. "I think so. I texted my mom a little over an hour ago tell her that the concert was almost done. I just don't understand why she isn't here yet." Ariana looks at Joan and she gives Ariana a nod, as if agreeing to something. "How far do you live from here?" I tell Ariana where I live and she smiles at me. "Well hop in. My mom and I don't mind taking you home. Besides you only live like 15 minutes from my house. It's the least we could do after your support tonight." I feel like my body is about give out because I'm shaking so bad. Does Ariana Grande really want to give me a ride home? Who would I be to turn it down, I mean how many people really get the chance to ride in the same car as Ariana? I get into the car and buckle up. Joan puts the car into drive and we pull off. I'm riding in a car with Ariana Grande! I try to contain my giggly screams as we ride off into the night.