I randomly had a idea and I made this.

I was desperately trying to put on my black pencil skirt while curling my hair. Tonight was the night me and Bridgette would go see our favorite band, Trash The Night. We've been planning this for over seven months now! We worked our butts off getting the money for the tickets and went to buy them the day before and to our luck we got the last two in time. "Fuck!" I muttered under my breath after burning my forehead. I had my hair in a bun with two curls on the side and a big teal side bang to top it off I put down the curling iron but soon replacing it with my mascara and then my lipstick. I was already now 5 minuets late from picking up Bridget and I still needed to put on my fishnets and black heels so I just grabbed my purse and those two things I still needed and went out on my way grabbing my keys on the counter.

I started down the road to Bridgette's soon pulling up to the front of her house as my hand beeped my wheel and out came Bridgette in a black dress saying in red lettering 'Trash The Night' with different color paint splatters to go with it The same one I had except mine was a shirt. She came in the car looking at me and we both nodded. We screamed our lungs out as we pulled off going to see the concert.

We were quiet the whole way down though saving our voices for the fangirling we were about to do at this concert...Until Bridgette decided to break it.

"Gwen we need to pull for gas."

"No no! we can make it." I normally wouldn't be this stupid but my mind was on one thing tonight.

"Gwen I don't want to be walking to the concert tonight"

"Ugh! Fine." I turned at the nearest gas station grabbing my purse while getting out the car.

As I made my way into the gas station to pay for the gas I heard yelling at the front desk.

"Look buddy do you know who I am!?" I turned the corner to see a man with medium length black hair and looked to be in his early 30's and then it came to me it was Chris McLean one of the judges off of that stupid show my brother watches called Can You Dance he was arguing with the front desk guy.

"Yes you're the guy who won't give me money for the gas you owe!"

"I told you I don't have money on me right not just my credit card!"

"And I told you we don't accept credit cards!" They began to get in each others face with each pair of hands balled up in a fist. I decided to take action last I want too see is to idiots fight over gas when I have somewhere to go. "Here 20 on pump 4 and 20 for the guy keep the change." I was just ready to go so I decided to pay for the Chris and me, I seen Bridgette already getting back into the car giving me a thumbs up telling me she already put the gas in.

"Hey what took you so long?" Bridgette began to question me as I put me seat belt on."Something stupid it doesn't matter. Hey. I'm turning on the radio?" Was the last thing I said as we rode singing our lungs out to my 'Trash The Night' CD.

We pulled into the parking lot of the concert there were lots of cars but not too many too be a lot of people there. Bridgette and me walked to the ticket booth handing the man our tickets. "BANG" Was the sound of the entrance door opening to reveal Chris angrier than at the gas station I saw him at. "Where's Micheal!? Where the hell is he!" Chris was in the poor scrawny ticket booth's boys face now. "I.. I.. Don't know!" The boy looked as if he was ready to pee himself. "Well when you see him tell him her better get this light in here fixed!" He was about to storm off before turning around. "Hey your the girl who paid for my gas right?" I looked behind me like an idiot knowing I was the only one he was talking too. Bridgette nudged my arm

"Gwen what is he talking about?"

"Is that your friend? Well here I can't pay you back since I only have my credit card but take this."

He grabbed two necklaces attached to a card saying 'Trash The Night' with all the members on them. Trent the singer and my favorite he was cute and charming he is known as sweet one in the group, Geoff the drummer he was Bridgette's favorite and she loved to talk about him he is known as the party boy and Duncan he was the guitarist of the group and the rebel/punk he was also known as the player. I couldn't speak it was so sudden and a dream come true to meet these boys. "They're backstage passes but these are also good for going in there now but you only have 5 minuets to talk to them until after the concert." I stopped day dreaming and responded back, "Tha..Thank you!" I looked over st Bridgette who was in awe.

"C'mon give the boy your tickets and I'll show you to their room." Bridgette and I didn't hesitate to do this as we handed the guy our tickets and followed behind Chris. "Oh ladies my name is Chris by the way if you didn't already know that. Even though it should be obvious as I am a judge in Can You Dance show and I won 2 Grammy's in my role as Seneca Crane in the hunger games." He smiled a cocky smile. This is the part where my sarcasm would have come out my mouth but since the guy gave us these backstage passes I just rolled my eyes, Bridgette was still in awe not saying a word.

We came to a door with a star on it saying TTN Chris knocked on the door then opening it. " Guys meet these two girls who came to see your concert ummm.. "Chris snapped his fingers signaling us to say our names. "Gwen" I said in a normal voice but wanting to scream it out in joy. Bridgette wasn't saying anything yet so I punched her arm lightly and leaned in to her ear. "Bridge say your name."

"Bridgette!" She yelled it blushing. "Yea..Yea Gwen and Bridgette they'll be in here for five minuets and then back in here after the concert. You five kiddies have fun I have to find Micheal." Chris left closing the door behind him leaving us with the three boys. Bridgette walked over to Geoff who was pretend drumming in the air laying on the couch he sat up smiling at her.

Now it's time for me to choose what guy I want to talk too and that isn't hard to choose Trent of course I mean he was my favorite. I walked over to him and he was already smiling. "I'm glad you and your friend came too see our show means a lot to have fans like you guys." He motioned me to sit down in the chair next to him. "Well your going to see a lot of fans like us tonight out there." I smiled trying to make small talk. "No none as beautiful as you." I began giggling trying to hold in my laughter not to make him feel bad. It's just what he just said was so lame. After my giggling I began to remember there was one boy in the group we were leaving out, Duncan. Now I feel bad for leaving him out even though he looked to not care I still felt the need to at least say something to him. "Trent I'll be right back." I got up and started walking to the punk boy stopping right in front of him. He was laying on a two seated couch with his eyes closed, He wasn't sleep because he opened one of his eyes when I was walking to him.

"So finally done talking to Elvis over there." He had a cocky smirk on his face one that you could tell was trouble from a mile away but it also looked like fun.