Troublemaker 2 (Sequel To Troublemaker)

First Concert

Valerie's POV

Sunday, and today I have my first concert of the tour. I'm excited, but I feel like I am about to piss my pants of nervousness!

I woke up with my hair all tangled up in front of my face. It looked like crawling through a jungle of dark vines.

Matt was in a spooning position next to me, his head somewhere in all the sheets.

I moved his curly hair out of his face and kissed his soft forehead.

I silently tiptoes to the bathroom where I already had my clothes laid out for me so that I can head to the stadium early.

I quickly took a shower using the hotels peach scented shampoo and bodywash.

I hopped out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my shivering body. Sniffing my arm, I decided that I smelt 'peachy'.

I got dressed in simply navy sweatpants and a grey Hollister t-shirt (exactly what I really wore yesterday). I slipped on my old black Converse and threw my hair in a messy bun.

I called Simon to find out that my limo was already here.

I raced down the emergency steps, too lazy to take the elevator and went outside to find a long (He he...long) black limo parked righ in front of me.

My friends know where I went

1 because I told them yesterday

And

2 because I left them a note on a sticky note and stuck it to each of their cheeks!

I hopped into the sleek automobile and told the driver to go to the (Insert foreign words here) Stadium.

He nodded his head and turned up the radio before pulling out of the hotel parking lot.

The song My Friends Over You by New Found Glory (LOVE THIS SOOONG!!!!!!) blasted through the speakers behind the seat I am sitting upon (that's a funny word... ha upooooon) and I started singing along.

Before I knew it, we pulled up to the large, dome shaped stadium. Holy shit, that's big.

There on the side of the silver building, a large banner with a picture of my fav on it was swaying back and forth, advertising my apearance.

It reminded me of those inflatable, wavy, balloon people drug stores always have out in front to advertise a sale.

I climbed out of the limo and walked to the back door.

In my dressing room, a short plump woman sat on the small couch.

"Um, hi... I'm here to get ready for the concert." I said shyly.

"Oh hello darlin'! My name is Darla and I am your new stylist! We are just gonna have so much fun together." The woman exclaimed cheerily with a southern accent, probably from somewhere like Kansas. (Toto, I have a feeling we aren't in Kansas anymore!)

She gave me a warm hug and before I could say anything she pulled my to a directors sort of chair in from of a closet and sat me in it.

"Ok, first we have to pick out your outfit sweetheart! So, I thought we should do this together. It'd be more fun and we'd get to know each other style.

She rummaged through the storage and pulled out a red cocktail dress, fishnet stalkings, a leather jacket and black pumps.

I shook my head no and, telling by the smile on her face, that she agreed.

"Too... grungy!" She said, tossing it to the side.

She then pulled out a beautiful gray sundress, brown combat boots, and a brown leather jacket to match.