Dammit! Why? On the one night I didn't want this to happen, why?
Shania stared at the blank look that stared at her back in the mirror, eyeing a single spot right underneath her nose. A pimple. And a massive one at that.
She leaned underneath the counter and pulled out a small tube, squeezed out it's substance and smeared the lot onto the large lump just resting under her nose ring. After chucking the tube back into the drawer under the sink, she stripped off and took a long, hot shower, massaging her hands through her scalp and brunette hair with the new shampoo and conditioner she had brought earlier that day. After soaking it all out, she turned the water off and dried every speck of water she could see. After that, she threw on her underwear, bra, a pair of black jeans, a charcoal singlet that read in blood red 'Bat Country is my Planet...', some white socks and a pair of her favourite leather boots with the metal base. She then looked back at the mirror, disgusted with the bulging pimple that rested under her nose. Trying to ignore it, she pulled out her hairdryer and began to move her fingers through her hair, getting in all places and trying to dry her hair as best she could. After several minutes of drying, straightening and styling, she then began to work on her make-up. But as soon as she was just finishing putting on her foundation, a knock on the bathroom door occurred, with her mother yelling, "Shania! Jess and Beck are here!"
Cursing under her breath, Shania smothered some lip gloss on her lips, thinking that she had no time to be thinking about mascara or eyeliner. She grabbed the leather jacket she had and then walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to where two of her best friends were arguing over her family photos.
"No, no, no! You're wrong! This is Kat and this is Shania!" Jess shouted at Beck, pointing at the small photo frame that had the picture of Shania and her older sister, Katherine.
"Bullshit! There's no way that's Shania, she looks too young," Beck shouted back.
"Shania, please help us out here." Jess grabbed the photo and made Shania inspect it.
Shania looked at the photo. Yes, it was hard to tell her and her 1-year-older sister apart, they looked so much alike.
"What if I said that it wasn't me or Kat?" Shania teased her friends. Beck's blue eyes lit up, but Jess said, "Then I would call you an alien."
Shania shook her head, placing the fame back on the shelf just as a horn outside sounded.
"Mum!" Shania shouted through the house. "I'm leaving now!"
"Be careful!" Her mother shouted back, really unaware of where she was shouting from.
"I will!" Shania yelled, then shut the door behind her and her friends.
"Oh, come on," Jess moaned. "How much further?"
"It shouldn't be far now," Beck said, but truth be told, she didn't even know herself. The three girls continued to walk to the end of a rollercoaster like line, which could've led itself around the block 3 times.
When they had finally reached the end, standing behind two brunette girls with cat masks, Shania sarcastically said, "Oh my God, after 3 whole minutes, we finally made it..."
"Shania..." Jess warned.
"I mean, I thought we would take at least the whole day, but 3 minutes! That's like, a new record..."
"Shania, stop or I'm going to rip you're head off," Jess said through her teeth.
"Oh, come on, Jess. She's just having fun," Beck said.
"Fun or no fun, it annoys the crap out of me when she does that!"
"Jess, please don't do this," Beck asked kindly. "We came to have fun, not to argue all night."
"Guys," Shania jumped back in.
"Yeah?" Beck answered.
"I really have to pee." Shania really did have to go, she was even crossing her legs to show it.
"Just jump out of line and go in," Jess suggested. "We'll mind your spot for you."
Without a word, Shania ran out of the line and down the rest of in, running into the club, only to find another line leading out of the girls toilets.
"Oh, hell no," She shook her head, then headed through the club, keeping an eye out for another set of toilets. Finally, she found some. Running in, she relieved herself as she sat down on the toilet. After flushing, she washed her hands and then exited out, only to crash into someone on the way out.
"Ouch," she nearly yelled, as she fell backwards. "Can you watch where you're going?"
But as soon as she looked up and saw who it was, she took it all back.
"Bradie?" She said to him, making sure she wasn't just imagining it.
Bradie held out his hand and helped Shania to her feet, to which she could've just fallen back over, if he wasn't keeping her stable.
"I-I'm sorry," he said to Shania.
Shania just kept staring at his face, into his eyes. She could hardly believe that the most gorgeous person on the planet was staring back at her.
"Uh, hi," he finally said, making Shania do a double take.
"Hey, Bradie," she said back.
"Are you here to see us play?" He asked her sweetly.
Shania couldn't fallen over backwards if she really wanted to, but she couldn't escape the warm feeling of being 3 centimetres away from Bradie.
"Yeah, I'm like, you're biggest fan," she came out and said.
"Oh really?" Bradie said, with a sly smile on his face. He began to circle her, looking her up and down, saying, "You know, a lot of girls have come across and said that to us."
Stopping in front of her, he said, "But none of them really had a chance to prove themselves."
Shania's body shivered as Bradie ran a hand up her arm, then she spoke out, "What would us girls have to do to prove it?"
Without warning, Bradie's hand wrapped around Shania's arm and pulled her forward, their faces inches away from each other. In his other hand, a black pen, writing down something on Shania's arm. When he pulled away, what was left on her arm was a number. 57.
"That's the number to my hotel room," he told her, walking away. "Come by after the show, at The Hilton Heights."