This chapter is pretty cool. But still, really sad to me. But, the saddest chapter was chapter 3, by far.

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Chapter 4 "I promised myself not to cry."

We reached the Spirit Arena, and then all got out of the car to go to my dressing room.

Fans were already there, for the meet-and-greet before the show. How am I going to do this? I thought, as I entered the door to my dressing room to get ready.

I went into the room, seeing the outfit I was going to wear hanging on a rack by the lit up mirror.

Once I changed, I was in a pair of jeans, with a long silky light blue spaghetti strap shirt with a V neckline.

I also had on white cowboy boots, the jeans tucked inside, with little light blue detailing on the sides of them.

I had on a key necklace, which was something my dad had given me after my first album dropped, and the heart necklace Dylan gave me, even though it was pink. It looked cute!

My hair was in a side ponytail, with some hair hanging out on the sides. It was straight and long, reaching my mid-forearm.

Judy, Ally, Dylan, and Cole came into the dressing room after I got dressed, when I was getting my make-up done.

They had to put a ton on, way more than usual, since I had been crying, to hide the redness on my eyes.

Once I had the mascara on, it was goodbye crying, because if I cried, my make-up would be totally ruined.

Now, it was time for the meet-and-greet with the 10 fans, waiting to meet me.

I walked into the room, my friends back waiting in my dressing room waiting for me, seeing all these little girls waiting anxiously for me. When they all saw me, it was pure chaos.

I signed the CD's of mine that they held in front of me, and then took some pictures.

I tried to put on a smile that seemed real, but it was so totally fake. At least, I could tell.

There was 10 minutes until I went on stage.

I went to my dressing room to get touch-ups on my make-up, and then to have my little talk I have with Dylan before every concert.

"You'll do great!!!!" Ally, Cole, and Judy all yelled at me, as Dylan walked out of the room to the side of the stage with me.

"You're going to do great." Dylan said to me, once we were on the side of the stage, hearing all the fans calling, 'Julia! Julia!'

"I hope so. I don't know if I can do it, I mean, I feel like I'm about to just break down and cry. What if that happens on STAGE?" I said, more worried about a concert than I had ever been in the 40-something I had done before this one.

"You won't. You'll do great, I know you will. I'll be right here on the side of the stage, so if you need some confidence, just look over to me, ok?" He said, holding me close, feeling my body shake.

"Ok. I'll try my best not to cry." I said to him, still shaking as he leaned down and kissed me.

I left afterward, and got my microphone by the stairway that I had to go up to get to the stage.

I saw Ally, Judy, Cole, and Dylan standing over by the other side of the stage, giving me a "thumbs up" with their hands.

My band and I all did our handshake we all do every time before we go on stage, and then the band walked onto the stage ahead of me.

I waited, breathing heavily, shaking on the side of the stage for the guy to say my name and the fans to scream.

When he did, I ran up the stage, hoping I wouldn't cry, and then was up on stage in front of THOUSANDS of little fans screaming my name REALLY loud.

I went to the microphone stand, and put the microphone into it, and then started to sing with the bands music to my song, Living the Dream. Everyone cheered when I started to sing, and I tried to smile.

When I started to see my song, Someone's Watching over Me, I started to tear up.

It was about someone close to me dieing and then watching over me, and all I could think about was my dad, since it was kinda hard not to right now.

By the last verse, I was crying. I was still singing, if you count my quivering voice as singing.

I finally got off the stage, and ran to Dylan, Cole, Judy, and Ally. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry." I muttered through my sobs, into the fabric of Dylan's shirt.

"It's ok. It's ok to cry." They all said, all of them hugging me tight into a big hug.

I promised myself I would be strong and not cry, I thought, and I let myself down.