Hi my name is Samantha. I am 19 years old. I have baby blue eyes and brown hair that want halfway down my back. I was born with a disease called Cystic Fibrosis. Which infected my lungs. I get really bad lung infections. But if I am very careful of germs and take my antibiotics and other medications correctly it helped control them. But lately it had gotten worse and worse. I was in need of a lung transplant but I was like 60th on the list. There was no way I could be moved up on the list. Unless somebody before me you know? Died or denyed the lungs. So it was safe to say. I was dying. No point of beating around the bursh short of speak on that one.

I was dealing with all of this alone. I told my family that I was a lesbian 4 years ago when I turned 16 years old. My family had disowned me not accepting me. My friends found out I was sick and they didn't want anything to do with me. Due to the fact they didn't understand it and they thought that if I breathed on them. They would get sick too. I was able to keep it a secret all that time. But then one day in school I had a bad attack and had to be rushed into the hospital. And also the fact that I was a lesbian gotten out in the school. I was bullied badly and beaten up. Tell the point I nearly dropped out. But I didn't. Then I gotten a job at a clothing store in the mall. The owner of it knew about my illness and she was very understanding when it came to me taking sick days for treatments. Or if I needed to leave work early or something like that. Which I was very greatful for. I was working there for 3 years now. There was one person throw who was always there for me. That was Danielle Lovato. Or as the world knew her from her stage name. "Demi Lovato." She was my way of getting away from the fact I was sick. When I was in the Hospital all them times. Her music gotten me threw it.

I wanted to tell Danielle thank you for being the only person who was there for me. Thank you for supporting people like me who are gay, les, or bi. So I saved up and worked hard taking extra shifts at work whenever I could. Then I earned enough money to buy myself a ticket to see Danielle on her "Neon Lights tour" and a meet and greet package. So I could meet her and tell her thank you for everything.

I was at home getting ready. I want with some dark blue jeans and a green sweater. Because it was snowing out and very cold. I slipped on my black jacket and boots. I then left my house and want to my car getting inside it. I drove off going to where the concert was. I had a letter tucked away in my pocket. Just in case I couldn't tell her. Just in case I ended up sobbing like a baby, run out of time, or if god forbid. I had a attack. I gotten there and parked. I took a deep breath and gotten out of the car. I showed my ticket and want inside. I grabbed a seat near the stage because it was going to be her sound check party first...then meet and greet why Little Mix and Fifth Harmony performed...then her concert. I took a deep breath and waited for her to come onto the stage.