"What are you gonna do when you see him?" Lindsay asked excitedly.
"This feels like a dream," I said.
"Well its not...your a few minutes away from seeing the man that you write books about, know all of his songs, and talk about him every chance you get," Kimberly said.
"Oh my god I need to sit down I think I'm gonna faint," I confessed.
"Leave her alone ya making her nervous," Lindsay's sister said.
"Oh my bad but you better get yourself together bec......," Before anybody could say anything the lights dimmed down.
All I could hear was screaming.
I couldn't even hear myself think.
Someone hit me in the back of my head.
I didn't get injured but it hurt really bad.
I think Kimberly told me to stand up. I cant, my legs are numb.
She pulls me up.
A red light illuminates the stage.
A sexy man walks out and the crowd goes wild again.
I smell strong perfume and desperation.
The man chuckles and it sounds very loud. He has a small microphone attached to his ear that goes to his mouth.
A screen zaps on and a close up view is presented to the audience.
It cant be. It has to be. It is.
IT IS TREY SONGZ
