Composer

"No way!" Sam said excitedly as she looked on the Shay's computer screen. "Martin Holmes is coming to Seattle!"

"Um, who?" Carly asked.

"You don't know who Martin Holmes is?" Sam exclaimed.

"Neither do I," Freddie added.

"Yeah, well, you're a nub."

"So who is he?" Carly laughed before Freddie could retaliate.

"He's my all time favorite composer! He's so amazing!"

"Who has a favorite composer?" Freddie sniggered.

Sam threw an orange at him. "I do! You got a problem with it?"

"No, no problem," Freddie moaned, massaging the spot on his head where the orange hit.

"You really like this dude?" Carly asked.

"Yes! He writes the best music ever! When I was little and danced for those stupid pageants, I made sure my dance teacher only picked songs he wrote."

"You should get tickets to see his show," Carly said.

"I can't," Sam sighed. "They cost over $100 each, and I spent all my money on that new bacon flavored toothpaste."

"Aw, that sucks," Carly said.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Man, I would give up ham for a whole day to see this guy!"

"Hey," Freddie greeted Sam as he walked into the Shay's apartment. "Is Carly here?"

"Nah, she had a date tonight," Sam replied. "With that boy from Pink Bunny."

"Oh," Freddie said. "So you're just sitting here alone tonight?"

"If you'd leave and let me get back to that, yes," Sam said.

"Okay," Freddie shrugged. "But I was just thinking maybe you'd like to something better…"

"What?" Sam asked, her interest peaking.

"Here." He took an envelope out of his pocket and tossed it over to her.

Sam looked at him suspiciously, but opened it anyway.

"What?" she gasped, as two tickets to see Martin Holmes's show fell out. "You got these?"

"Yeah, I bought them on Ticket Guru a few weeks ago," he nodded. "After you were saying how much you loved him the other day, I went home and found some of the songs he composed. He's really good."

"Well duh! But, didn't these cost like $200?"

"I returned the space heater my grandma sent me for my birthday. So, do you want to go to the show? Of course, you'd have to be stuck with me the whole night, but-"

"For Martin Holmes, I can handle being in public with Sir Nub," Sam said happily, jumping up.

"Sir Nub? That's a new one. Come on, let's go. The show starts in less than an hour."

"Yo, dork," Sam said, throwing on her jacket.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks…and if you tell anyone I said that, I'll beat you flatter than waffle. Kapesh?"

"Kapesh."

AN- Sooooooo, who lost their mind? I did. I must've watched ILMM at least ten times so far!