His bushy brown hair that sat atop of his head, his key feature- his trademark. It wooed millions of girls. His melodic guitar riffs and solos were extraordinary and unique. This was what I eyed up as I flipped the pages of my magazines.
"Oh, Brian. You're so perfect. What I would give to see you..."
Just as soon as I finished those words the door swung open and in the doorway stood and excited face.
"Eleanor! You'll never guess what I've got!" my friend Cassie screamed.
"What? What could it possibly be?" I asked.
"Just take a guess!"
"Cassie, I don't want to-"
"GUESS"
"Um, well, I uh-"
"No! I got tickets- VIP tickets- to see Queen!"
My heart froze. Could it really be?
"Don't play with me, Cass. You know how much this would hurt me if you were just joking around..."
"No, Elle, I am so serious"
She pulled out two crisp shiny tickets. There they were... Clear as day.
"For... Us?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Of course! For who else would it be for?"
By this time my heart was pounding. I had to sit down to keep myself from falling over in disbelief.
"When?"
"Tomorrow night. Can you come?"
"I'm pretty sure. Actually, yes. If there are any other plans, I'll cancel them immediately. This is Queen, for goodness sake! How did you get these tickets? And VIP tickets, at that?"
"You know, I have my sources..."
It sounded ver suspicious, but I didn't care. I was going to see my favorite band, and best of all- Brian. Nothing could change my plans. Nothing.
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That night, I couldn't get to sleep. I was kept up by raging thoughts. "What if Brian isn't the guy I think him to be? what if he's a phony? No, that's nonsense, right?"
These thoughts stayed for hours until I finally drifted off into a deep sleep. I had no dreams that night. Just peaceful rest because I knew tomorrow would be the best day of my life.