Radio
Prologue;
“Tam, turn up the radio,” I spit at my best friend, Tamara. We are on our way to my mom’s Art Show. My mom, Colleen, has been an artist since she was a little girl. But today is really important to her; it’s her first art showing. A bunch of art critics are there to judge her art.
“Alright, but you have to be carful when you are driving!” Tamara jokes as we come to a slow stop at the art gallery.
I flip down the mirror on my car and look at myself one last time. Making sure that my light blonde hair is perfectly curled. My deep green eyes are rounded with eyeliner just right.
“And call in now to win front row tickets to the One Direction concert! Be the tenth caller, and you win!” the radio boomed. I instantly look over at Tamara; she has the biggest smile plastered on her face. She whips out her phone, and dials the radio number.
“Congratulations to our tenth caller, Tamara!” the radio says and Tamara squeals. My hands instantly go up to cover my ears.
“Andrea, I won!” Tamara yells excitedly. I’m happy for her; I know she loves One Direction, the hottest British/Irish boy band of our generation. They have millions of girls falling ‘in love’ with them every day. I do like One Direction, not for their looks, but for their music.
“Congrats!” I say and get out of the car. I bush down my strapless blue and white polka-doted vintage dress.
“You and one other guest are going to the One Direction concert on Friday! And if you answer this question right, you will get two backstage passes!” the radio states, and Tamara flips her auburn hair over her shoulder and gets ready for the question.
“Alright, I’m ready,” She says and we walk over to the front door of the art showing.
“Who protested?” the radio announcer asks. If I’ve been asked this question, I would have failed. But Tamara answers right away.
“Jimmy, Jimmy protested!” Tamara says full of excitement, she looks at me insensibly.
“Correct! Congratulations Tamara! You have one front row tickets to One Direction, AND back stage passes!” the radio states and Tamara jumps up and down as we walk into the art showing.
“Tamara, be quiet… this is big for my mom.” I say to shush her, but she doesn’t listen.
“I can’t wait until we go to the One Direction concert! Maybe I’ll get to meet Zayn Malik! Or Harry Styles! They are so good looking, if I could marry one of them, I would. And I will. Just wait, I will marry Liam Payne.” She rants.
“Wait, I thought you said you were going to marry Louis Tomlinson?” I ask as I look at a picture my mom painted of a Lilly.
“Oh, I’m going to marry all of them, It’s like brother husbands!” she exclaims and laughs at her own jokes. “But seriously, they are all so nice. Well, as far as I know.”
“Alright Tamara, wait, before did you say we’re going?” I say, pointing to the air between us. Tamara nods her head. “Oh no, no way. I am not going to a One Direction Concert.” I say shaking my head.
“Oh yes you are! And you are going to like it.” Tamara says right as my mom walks towards us.
“What is Andrea going to like?” My mom asks Tamara as I casually walk away.
A couple minutes later my mom walks over to me. “You’re going to that One Direction concert.”
“Mom, I’m not going,” I laugh to myself and cross my arms.
“Yes you are, I’m making you go, and it’s going to be a good experience for you.” She says and turns me to look in her eyes. “And plus, they are really good looking,” she whispers.
“Mom!” I moan and walk away. I’m not going to that One Direction concert.
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