Alright well here it is! I'm sorry if it's kinda boring but it's kinda introducing the story. Wellll I hope you like it! =)
What am I doing here?
There’s no way he’ll remember me…it’s been so long...
What am I doing here??
So many thoughts ran through my head as I stood at the back of the line for the Jonas Brothers’ meet and greet in New York City. Girls all around me were basically screaming their heads off and jumping up and down with excitement. I was standing there quietly, which was sort of weird for me. I’m just so nervous. I still don’t know why I came. I looked to my right and stared at the life-size poster of Nick, Joe, and Kevin that hung there. Nick’s face, his smile, caught my attention right away. His smile always managed to give me butterflies, and now was no different.
I sighed and turned away from the poster. I haven’t seen Nick in almost four years. We had been the best of friends since we were five. We met when we both performed in Beauty and the Beast on Broadway: he was Chip and I was a dancing plate.
Despite our growing careers that sent us to different Broadway shows, we still would get together for sleepovers (Hey! We were young!) and see each other’s performances. As we got older, I started to have a crush on Nick. A big crush! This was why the day he told me he was moving to California because he was a musical prodigy (Of course, humble Nick didn’t use those words) was one of the worst days of my life.
I knew when he left that we wouldn’t keep contact. It was just one of those feelings, you know? We were barely eleven, still young, and we had no idea where our lives would lead us. So I prepared myself for that to be the last time I ever saw Nick and his beautiful smile. But, of course, things never seem to go how I think. I guess I didn’t make the connection of Nick+Hollywood=fame. Nick. Hollywood. Nick. Hollywood. Nick. Hollywood….Wow. I’m dumb!
The surprise was that he was in a band with Joe and Kevin. Although, they always were a pretty talented family. Well, that brings me to the present. After years of seeing their faces all over TV and posters around NYC and hearing them on the radio, I finally worked up the courage to see my old crush. It’s not like I’m scared of Nick or anything. I’m just afraid that he’s forgotten me. I mean, he moved to Hollywood where he hangs out with tons of celebs everyday. And now, there are millions of girls who have a crush on him. Why should he remember me?
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard an extremely low, scary voice yell, “Hey, you! Hurry up! You’re next!”
I looked around and noticed how the room had gotten significantly quieter and less full than before. Actually, it was just me in the big white room. My heart started beating ten times faster as I realized that now was the time.
Please remember me. Please remember me. Please remember me, I thought.
I nervously turned to face Nick. My eyes locked with his and a look of shock filled his face. Immediately, his smile, that beautiful smile, lit up his face.
“Becka,” he whispered.
A huge grin then overtook my face.
He remembered me.
