CHLOE, FREAKING OUT AFTER MACKENZIE SPILLED WATER ON HER!!
I couldn’t believe MacKenzie didn’t even bother to apologize to Chloe for being such a KLUTZ. She just disappeared. How RUDE!!
Anyway, since the show was going to be starting in less than ten minutes, we placed our coats and stuff in a locker and rushed to the backstage entrance. A grumpy-looking security guard was stationed there, checking IDs and buzzing people in.
“Um . . . excuse me, sir,” I said excitedly. “We need to get backstage. We were invited here by Mr. Trevor Chase and have backstage passes.”
“Yeah, right!” he grumbled. “And I’m Sleeping Beauty! You and nine hundred other girls ALL have backstage passes. Now, stop bugging me before I have you removed from the premises for attempted unauthorized entry!”
“No, we REALLY do!” I said, opening my purse to grab our tickets. “SEE? They’re right here . . . !” Only there was a small complication. The tickets weren’t in the little pocket thingy inside my purse.
“Um, wait a minute . . . !” I giggled nervously as I dug around in my purse. “I just have to find them. . . .”
The security guard rolled his eyes and glared at me.
“Nikki, give the nice man our tickets. Now!” Zoey said with a fake smile plastered across her face.
“Stop messing around before you get us thrown out of here,” Chloe whisper-shouted in my ear.
I grinned at the scowling security guard. “Um, sir, could you please excuse us for a moment?”
We turned our backs to the security guard and huddled together for an emergency meeting. “I CAN’T FIND OUR TICKETS!!!” I shrieked quietly. “It’s like they’ve disappeared into thin air.”
“WHAT?!!” Chloe and Zoey both gasped.
“Maybe I just overlooked them . . . ,” I muttered as I frantically dumped out my purse.
ME, DUMPING OUT MY PURSE WHILE TRYING TO FIND OUR LOST BACKSTAGE PASSES
But there were no tickets to be found. That’s when we started to PANIC.
“Listen, they’ve got to be around here somewhere!” Zoey said, trying to stay calm. “Nikki, you rush back to the ticket window to see if you left them there. Chloe and I will check the locker to make sure you didn’t leave them with our coats and stuff. Don’t worry, guys. I’m SURE we’ll find them!”
Then we took off in search of our lost backstage passes. By the time I made it back to the ticket window, it was closed because the show had already started. Unfortunately, I didn’t see our tickets anywhere. And Chloe and Zoey didn’t have any luck either.
It was my brilliant idea to call Trevor Chase and explain our predicament. But unfortunately, his voice mail was full .
Things quickly went from bad to worse. When we told the security guard we’d lost our tickets and asked for his help, he just yelled at us.
“You have exactly sixty seconds to GET OUT of my arena!!” he snarled. “Or I’ll place you all under arrest for TRESPASSING!!”
That’s when I got really mad and totally lost it. “Yeah right, MR. GRUMPY! It’s not like YOU actually own this arena. Besides, you’re not even a REAL police officer!” I screamed at him.
But I just said that inside my head so no one else heard it but me.
I had a really SICK feeling in my stomach. Only one other person knew about our backstage passes.
MACKENZIE !!
And now it was quite obvious to me that she had accidentally-on-purpose dumped water on Chloe to distract us, and then disappeared into thin air.
Right along with our TICKETS !!!
OMG! I felt so angry and frustrated, I wanted to cry! If I didn’t somehow figure out how to get backstage to see Trevor Chase ASAP, our record deal was going to be HISTORY!!
He MIGHT be available again in seven months. But life is SO uncertain. Hey, HE could be DEAD by then!! My BFFs were even more disappointed than I was.
“I’m really sorry things didn’t work out as planned, Nikki!” Chloe said glumly.
“Yeah, what CRUDDY luck!” Zoey sighed.
We really didn’t have any choice but to give up and leave. Plus, that security guard was eyeballing us like we were planning to rob a ticket window or something.
When he glanced at his watch, I knew he was probably thinking we only had thirty-five seconds left to get out of HIS arena or else!!
Heartbroken, Chloe, Zoey, and I blinked back our tears and then slowly began the long trek back to the front entrance.
My exciting career as a pop star has ended even before it officially got started.
Unfortunately, I have to stop writing now. My bratty sister and her crazy puppet friend, Miss Penelope, just came rolling up in my bedroom like they’re my roomies or something.
Why was I not born an only child??!!
More later. . . .
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