When we got back to the parking lot we could see the line that had started to form. I grabbed Tommy's hand as I ran to get in line. I could not wait to get into the first show.

By the time we got through security it was close to 11:00 and Mel and I were giddy as hell. We spotted a few merch tents and made our way over, making out the band names as we got closer: Mayday Parade, All Time Low, The Friday Night Boys, Every Avenue, and off course, The Maine.

After searching through the tents I ended up with one tee from each band to add to my collection when we got home. Luckily I had my oversized bag to hold them all.

While us girls were 'shopping' in the merch tents the guys had crowded around the band line up board. Mel and I joined them to see that Every Avenue was on in 20 minutes, so we made our way to the stage they would be on.

Every Avenue was still pretty new so it was easy to get close to the stage. They opened with A Story Better Left Untold, and I sang along to every word. At the end of the set we set off to find something to eat because it was about 12:30 and the next band that we wanted to see wasn't until 2:00.

We ended up getting hotdogs and sodas, which we brought to the stage where The Maine would be playing at 2:00. We sat in a circle on the ground eating and talking about the bands we wanted to see this summer.

"Roni, your dad is my favorite person in the world!" Mel stated.

"Hey!" I faked hurt, elbowing her in the side. "If you weren't my friend he wouldn't have paid for you come with us," I retorted.

"Yeah, but he did, and that's why I love him."

"Ew. Please stop telling us how much you love my dad. It's disgusting!" Michael added around a mouth full of french-fries.

Tommy and I laughed at the look on Michael's face as Mel replied, "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Mr. Emery is just too hot!" She tried but failed to keep a straight face, bursting into giggles at the end.

"What's the joke?" asked a familiar voice from my right side. I turned to see John Oh for the second time that day.

"Uh. Mel was just commenting on how hot she thinks my dad is," I answered as nonchalantly as I could. For some reason I couldn't look directly at him. So, instead I focused on Tommy, who was sitting on the other side of where John had knelt down by me.

"Oh," was all he said in response. "So… I take it you're here early to see the show?" he asked kind of shyly.

"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" I teased.

I don't know where it came from, but I always acted bigger than myself. As if I had to break the tension before it even entered the equation. I acted confident when I felt anything but.

I glanced at John, who looked awkward and kind of embarrassed. "Yeah, we're going to watch the show," I reassured him.

He brightened and smiled a half grin that made me melt. "Good. Hey I never got your names," he stated.

"Oh, uh. This is Mel," I pointed to my left, where Mel was unusually quiet, and continued around our circle, "that's my brother, Michael, and my best friend, Tommy. And I'm Roni," I finished looking away.

"Well, nice to meet you guys. I hope you enjoy the show. Hope to see you later Roni," he said as he got up to join his friends and band mates who we hadn't noticed were only a few feet away.

As soon as he was out of ear shot Mel dove in. "Oh. My. God. Did that seriously just happen?"

"Calm down Missy, he just wanted to make sure we were here for their show," I shrugged off her excitement. I mean, its not like he was interested in me or anything. Right?

"Right," Mel answered with an eye roll. I couldn't tell if it was in response to my statement or my thoughts. I chose to believe the latter.

When we were finished with our lunch, we moved our little powwow closer to the stage as more people began to crowd around. We were right up front, practically dead center, waiting for the show to begin.

Music was playing, probably from a local radio station, and we were all dancing along to the pop song that came on. Mel and I, being the strange kids we are, were going crazy.

When the song changed to a slower paced one, Tommy grabbed my hand and spun me in a cheesy twirl. I hammed it up, pretending to do the waltz, which I had no idea if I was doing right or not. On the last chord of the song Tommy dipped me dramatically and I laughed. We were quite a pair sometimes.

As the music faded out the MC came onstage to introduce The Maine. I turned to face the stage, excitement boiling. This was one of the bands I was the most anxious to see perform this summer.

The band came out, opening with The Way We Talk. I looked at Mel. This was her favorite song. She grabbed my hand and we began to sing along.

"Shallow is as shallow does!" I heard Tommy say loudly. He nudged me with his shoulder. When I looked over he was smiling evilly.

I laughed as I turned back to the stage. He liked to say this song described me perfectly. I couldn't disagree completely. I tended to play hard to get, and many people who didn't know me well thought I was shallow. I didn't let many guys close to me. Actually, I didn't let any guys get too close to me. The only reason why Tommy was is because I've known him my whole life.

When the song was over they merged into We All Roll Along. Again, Mel and I sang along.

"We're alive, and we drive, to the center of it… tonight's the night, we all roll along," Mel couldn't take her eyes off of John, but hen again, neither could I.

For some reason it seemed like John kept looking at us. I shook off the thought. I tried to rationalize with myself; we were in the center, so of course he would look this way. He was just looking out at the crowd, which had grown enormously since they had come onstage.

My new theory was blown when the song ended. Before they started the next song, John looked over once more saying, "You guys are amazing! I want to dedicate this next song to my new friends. I hope your having fun." He smiled right at me, and I smiled in return as they began the next song, We'll All Be.

Mel just looked at me, gripping my hand hard.

"Owe, Mel. You're going to break my hand," I said glaring at her.

"He was looking right at you Ron!" she squealed.

"No, he wasn't," I tried to shrug it off.

"Yes he was! He dedicated the song to us, to you." She wouldn't let it go.

I just shook my head and got lost in the music.

At the end of the set we started to walk around for a bit. We were on our way to the Hurley stage where The Friday Night Boys were still playing when Michael tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, isn't that Kennedy from The Maine?"