Cara's P.O.V

I look up at the clock.

8:49

It's not so late.

"Hey there. Mind if I sit?" I look up and see the bronze haired beauty from earlier.

"Oh. Yeah, sure." I close my laptop and begin to put it back into it's bag.

"Oh I'm sorry, if your working on something I can go," he says starting to get up.

"Oh no, no." I laugh. "Just social media." he takes a seat across from me again and smiles.

"So, I heard your going to see, and I quote, 'Lana Del freakin' Rey' unquote." I can feel the redness creeping up on my face.

"Yeah, I was that loud?" I ask.

"Oh no, I think they only heard you up to Nebraska," he jokes. We both laugh and I reach into my messenger bag for a piece of gum.

"Well yeah I am. Do you know who she is?" I shove the gum in my mouth. Please Lord let this insanely hot guy who for some weird freakin' reason seems to like talking to me know who Lana Del Rey is.

"Yeah I do. She's quite amazing, in my opinion." he says, "Though I sorta prefer Lizzy Grant if you know what I mean."

Oh my god. He knows who Lizzy is. I'm hallucinating.

"I do know what you mean." he isn't real.

"So your going to one of her concerts? When is it?" he asks.

"In three weeks. Over at Plaza theater." I answer.

He takes a sip of his coffee before talking.

"I wish I could have boughten tickets. I didn't even hear about this!" he looks genuinely bummed.

"She barely tweeted that she was going to have some shows like 3 hours ago! Good thing I was on twitter because those things sell out fast!" I exclaim.

"Well work kept me from Lana Del Rey. I'm quitting." we laugh.

I open my mouth to ask him if he wants a piece of gum, but then a phone rings.

"Sorry." he tells me before answering his phone. He clicks his iPhone screen and puts it against his ear.

"Right now?" he asks the person the other line.

"Okay, fine. I'll be there in 5 minutes." he hangs up and looks at me.

"I'm sorry, I have to pick up my little sister from soccer practice. My brother flaked again." he starts to get up.

"Oh, okay. I'll see you around?" I ask. "I hope so," he smiles. He begins to walk away and I let the blush hit my face.

I sigh and begin to gather my things. A hot guy shows interest in me and I only get to chat with him for 5 minutes. Thanks a lot Stefan's brother, I think sarcastically. I throw my empty Starbucks cup into the nearest trash can and start to walk toward the back exit.

"Cara! Wait!" I turn around, only to see a nervous, panting Stefan.

"Here's my number. In case you ever want to hang out or something," the nervousness is wiped away by a lopsided smirk.

"Um, okay." I take the piece of paper and tuck it into the front pocket of my jeans.

"Bye," he says before jogging to the front exit. "Bye!" I yell out.

***

I scroll threw my phone, bored on Twitter. What time is it? It feels like days since I've gotten here.

2:26

I read on my phone. Good, at least there is only a little over an hour for the show to start. I got here at 8:38 in the morning, which is good because right after a lot of people started showing up. I don't recognize a lot of these people, which means they must be from out of town. They probably just bought tickets because it was the closets to where they live. Come to think of it, I'm glad Lana chose this theater to have her show. It only holds 350 people in the audience, which means it won't be too packed like how her other concerts look. But that still won't stop the shoving in the first couple rows, since there won't be seats there.

They're probably going to start letting us in soon, and Nina still isn't here. I should call her. She answers on the fourth ring.

"Where are you?" I ask.

"Cara I'm sorry I can't make it, something came up." she says.

"Something more important than seeing Lana Del Rey?" I ask.

"No, but they won't let me out. I broke my leg in my game earlier." she explains. Ouch.

"But you can still come." I point out.

"My mom isn't letting me. Literally, she practically has me in house arrest." she says.

"Ugh, fine. Well what should I do with your ticket?" I say a little too loudly. I can see people eyeing me already.

"Just give it away or something. Ugh, I seriously don't like my mom right now. Get Lana to sign something for me or a video saying hi or that she loves me." she begs.

"Okay."

"Hey."

"What?" I ask.

"Happy birthday." I can practically hear the smile in her voice.

"You told me that at midnight!" I laugh.

"So? Happy Birthday!" we laugh and I hear her sigh.

"Ugh I wish I was there." she whines.

"Me too. Just jump out the window or something," I say.

"Oh yes with a broken leg!"

"You just had to break it before the concert. You couldn't wait till after?" she laughs and I hear her move the phone to her other ear.

"Nope! You know me, gotta steal the show."

"Always. Well, I'll call you later. I think their going to start letting us in,"

"Alright, bye. I love you," she says.

"I love you too. Alright, bye."

"Bye." I click the end button and lean my head against the cement wall. Sigh. I am going to see Lana Del Rey in concert, on my birthday, and my best friend isn't going to be with me. Talk about a buzz kill. I look over at a girl sitting outside the line.

"Um, hey, girl." I say openly. She looks around, not knowing who might be calling her.

"Girl. Yeah you," I say when she points to herself.

"You want this ticket? My friend couldn't make it." I say gesturing for her to get the ticket.

"Okay we are going to start letting people in." a security guard says.

"Thank you SOO much!!" she yells and hugs me. I laugh and say it's no big deal. At least she will get to go in.

I get up quickly and dust myself off before handing my ticket to the guard. He scans it and gestures his hand backwards.

"Alright, go." he hands me my ticket back and I run into the theater, I pass my ticket to the people assisting at the second doors.

"Just go straight down sweetheart, watch your step." a kind older blonde says. I ignore what the kind blonde says and practically sprint down, almost tripping as I run to the front, but I don't care. I am right in the very front to see Lana Del Rey.