I looked out into the audience. I was used to being on stage. Hey. I was a
performer, what do you expect? Anyways, I looked out, I saw the usual.
Teeny bopper fans, and signs, and girls screaming our names, and girls with
stuff painted all over their arms, legs, and who knows what else. I stared
singing when it came to my part
" Never had a dream come true," I sang, the screaming getting louder "Till the day I looked at you, Never had a someone who, Who makes me feel like you do, And I thank the lord above, For sending me the perfect love, You're the one I'm thinking of, I'm thinking 'bout ya baby"
All of a sudden, I saw a girl, not one of the fans, even though it was a concert, she wasn't screaming, or carrying a sign, she didn't have a bunch of crap written on her arms or legs, and she wasn't dressed like she thought she was Britney Spears or something. She was standing in the corner of the room, with her hands in her pockets, concentrating on the stage.
When the concert was over, we went backstage to change and take a rest before the Meet N Greet.
"Didja guys see the one chick?" Greg asked us
"Who?" Chris replied, "The one in the corner?"
"Yeah," Greg replied
"She was. cool. she was. I don't know. she was." Greg said
"Out of place?" I suggested
"Yeah," Greg said "Out of place"
At the Meet N Greet we saw her again, well, at least I did.
I felt something nudge my arm, and Matt, who was next to me looked over and whispered, "There she is again." She was standing about 20 feet from the signing table and she was talking to Claudia, our choreographer. I sighed and turned back to the mini-Britney Spears in front of me.
" Never had a dream come true," I sang, the screaming getting louder "Till the day I looked at you, Never had a someone who, Who makes me feel like you do, And I thank the lord above, For sending me the perfect love, You're the one I'm thinking of, I'm thinking 'bout ya baby"
All of a sudden, I saw a girl, not one of the fans, even though it was a concert, she wasn't screaming, or carrying a sign, she didn't have a bunch of crap written on her arms or legs, and she wasn't dressed like she thought she was Britney Spears or something. She was standing in the corner of the room, with her hands in her pockets, concentrating on the stage.
When the concert was over, we went backstage to change and take a rest before the Meet N Greet.
"Didja guys see the one chick?" Greg asked us
"Who?" Chris replied, "The one in the corner?"
"Yeah," Greg replied
"She was. cool. she was. I don't know. she was." Greg said
"Out of place?" I suggested
"Yeah," Greg said "Out of place"
At the Meet N Greet we saw her again, well, at least I did.
I felt something nudge my arm, and Matt, who was next to me looked over and whispered, "There she is again." She was standing about 20 feet from the signing table and she was talking to Claudia, our choreographer. I sighed and turned back to the mini-Britney Spears in front of me.