Hello -Joe Jonas- Beautiful [01]

Have you ever found yourself in a spot you never imagined you'd be in? Ya know, one of those once in a lifetime, one in a million type situations? I doubt too many of you have. It's not something that happens too often. I, Cheltzie Knight,was lucky enough to be in one of those life changing moments on the day of my 19th birthday. My parents -the absolute best parents in the world- had managed to not only get me and my best friends Amy and Taylor tickets to the Jonas Brothers concert, but somehow, they'd managed backstage passes. Absolutly amazing. Now, I'm sure you're thinking why would a 19-year-old like the Jonas Brothers? Well, what can I say? I'm a dork and a sucker for a cute face. And those boys had very cute faces. I, being a total music lover, was interested in more then just their looks, unlike most of their crazy fangirls.
Now, I might as well tell you that, yes, we all liked a different brother. Taylor, the oldest of our little group of friends, had a thing for Kevin. He was sweet, but he just wasn't my favorite. Amy liked Nick. I thought that they would be perfect together; she needed a guy like that in her life, what with her bitchy oldest sister Stacey and constantly fighting parents. The same went for Taylor though; her bitchy stepmom was always cheating on her dad, and her real mom....well, she was a piece of work alright. That just left me. And, of course, Joe. Ah, Joe. What can I say? That face was one of the most precious gifts life gave me. The voice was definatly an added bonus.
So, of course, we had one main objective that fateful Saturday night: make those boys love us. Unfortunatly, that plan would have to wait until after the show to be put into action. No problem. A good, healthy dose of yelling and music was needed. Really, it's not like any of us had ever met anyone famous before, so it was sorda big for us. Especially because these were cute famous somebodies we were talking about.
My parents really were awesome; we got front row seats at the show and we yelled and sang and smiled as loudly and widely as all the other crazed fangirls in the stadium that night. I don't think it mattered that it was the Jonas Brothers alone, to be honest, I think we would have acted the same way no matter who was on the stage that night, because we, the outcasts who enjoyed being outcasts, had front.row.seats. Though, it sure didn't hurt that it was them. No, not at all. I'm pretty short; just 5'0, so I didn't think Joe'd be able to reach my hand, but surely enough, I managed to hold Joe Jonas' hand for just a brief moment. I went absolutly wild. I simply couldn't help it; I go crazy around cute guys.
The girls and I had a mini squealfest. We're girls; what more is there to say? So anyway, it was about 10:30, and it was time to go back stage. We were all extremely hyper. We walked backstage and showed our passes to Big Rob, who let us back and showed us to the boys. We were stopped infront of the boys' dressing room door, and Big Rob left us to go back to his post. "I can't go in there...." I said, eyes wide. "This is crazy! I'm too shy!" "I'm the same way, now shut up and get your lazy butt in there!" Amy pushed me into the door. I fell backward onto my butt, and rubbed my shoulder, which had taken the brunt of the attack. The door opened, and Joe looked out, with a confused -then amused- look on his face. "Well, hello there, Miss." I blushed.
"Sorry 'bout that. Someone," I glared at Amy," pushed me into the door." I was proud of myself for being able to say something without my voice getting high or having to stop to calm my nerves. "Is it safe to assume that you're our lucky backstage visitors tonight?" he asked as Nick and Kevin came up behind him. "Indeed it is." I said, smiling. "Then stop flirting Joe, and let these beautiful ladies in." Kevin said, elbowing Joe in the side.