Tori's POV
"TORI!" I heard a familiar voice yell from down the hall.
I sighed, closing my laptop and sliding it under the bed before answering to the call coming from the living room.
"Yes?" I questioned, coming into view of my family sitting around the TV.
"Be a dear and go get dinner ready." Marisol said, glaring at me.
I sighed, "Whatever."
I made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets until I found something that looked somewhat good to eat. I decided to make pasta, topped with vegetables. Easy enough to make quickly and get back to what I was doing before I was rudely erupted.
I heard squeals and screams coming from the living room. I stretched my neck and peered into the room, wondering what was going on.
Then I heard his voice coming from the TV. His beautiful angelic voice.
I craned my neck to get a better view of the TV while still managing to cut food for dinner.
James Diamond appeared on the screen. He was so perfect, from His shaggy brown hair to his perfectly toned muscles. I caught myself in a daydream and was soon snapped out of it by feeling the knife slice open my thumb.
"Shit..." I mumbled under my breath, dropping the knife on the countertop. I rushed to get a Band-Aid out of the drawer because no one else would help me; they were too busy being lazy.
As I wrapped the bandage around my finger I heard the newscaster's voice escape from the television.
"Big Time Rush fans in the Beverly Hills area are defiantly in for a treat if they can order their tickets quickly. The band will be holding a charity masquerade ball at the country club. Tickets are going on sale tonight at 10 so fans should get their tickets quickly in order to participate in this magnificent night!"
I felt my eyes go wide as I turned the stove on, beginning to let the food cook. I needed to get a ticket.
"MOM! WE HAVE TO GO!" I heard Mandy and Miranda yell in unison. I rolled my eyes, leaning against the counter to watch the rest of the story on the TV.
I shifted my gaze from my credit card to the computer screen then back to the clock.
9:58.
2 more minutes.
I watched the clock anxiously as the numbers started to turn.
9:59.
1 more minute.
I pulled up the website to buy tickets, preparing to click "Buy tickets". This would take up close to all of my money out of my bank account. But getting to meet Mr. James Diamond would be worth it.
Finally the numbers on the clock changed to read 10:00 pm. I tried to contain my excitement as I purchased the tickets and typed my information into the boxes.
"Purchase Confirmed." The screen read and I jumped up from my bed, squealing with excitement.
I suddenly heard my phone begin to buzz as I ran to my desk to answer it.
It was Savannah.
"Hello?!" I asked, excited.
"Tori! Did you get your ticket?!" She asked, sounding just as excited as me.
"Umm…YEAH!" I yelled back as we fangirled together over the phone.
"Well, I just know that James is going to fall in love with you once he sees you." She said and I laughed.
"Yeah right, he's perfect. I'm far from that. Logan is going to be the one to fall in love and it's going to be with you." I said in response, causing her to laugh.
One thing was for sure and that was that tomorrow night would be unforgettable.
"Tori!" I heard, yet again before my bedroom door came swinging open.
"Yes?" I asked, rolling my eyes as I hung up the phone and put my credit card away. Marisol grabbed the piece of paper from my hand, reading the words from it.
"You used your money to buy tickets for the ball?" She asked and I caught myself smiling.
"Yes!" I answered.
I watched in horror as she ripped the paper into tiny bits, letting the float to the floor like snowflakes.
"Too bad you'll be here cleaning while I take your sisters. They deserve something like this. No one of importance would even look at you if you went anyway." She said, evilly laughing as she told me to follow her down the hall.
The door swung open to Mandy and Miranda's room and I gasped in horror.
Clothes were thrown everywhere; make up containers covered the floor. It was a horrible mess that would take hours to clean up.
"Tomorrow I expect this room to be spotless by the time we get home from the ball."
"Marisol, that's not possible. This room is a nightmare."
"Don't back talk me!" She demanded and I had to agree that I would clean for them.
I walked back up to my room, depressed.
So much for all my dreams coming true…