"Hurry up, we'll be late Katy!

- Yes, yes, it's good, I'm coming," I shouted at Niall taking my coat and putting on my shoes.

"Anyway, we're already late," sighed my best friend.

I arrive then a few seconds later, finally ready.

"Excuse me Ni ', but I wanted to be perfect for her," making the eyes soft.

Then we leave home taking Niall's car; he's driving. He then puts the music as loud as possible and sings like crazy.

"You're pretty happy to go to the concert," I said smiling.

"As long as I'm with you, it's okay for me," he answers before he sings again.

"Oh, you're so cute. I love you too."

We finally arrive in the city of the concert, but here is the drama. We are stuck in the traffic jams. I'm stressing. I stress even if we are still slightly ahead. I'm so stressed that I can't stop moving my leg. And that Niall, sees it.

"That's good Katy. All is well, the concert begins only in three hours, we will be out well before," reassures me it.

"I know, but I stress, it's like that, you know me enough to know it."

He looks at me like he says he knows me, but everything will be fine despite all that. And I believe it. I believe him since he is my best friend and he is often right.  

Seeing that the traffic is moving forward, but not enough for my taste, Niall then changes music and puts me Lady Gaga, which allows me to relax a little more. I sing then without really relaxing totally. The minutes pass, the time is long, too long for my taste. But suddenly, traffic resumes, there is only one hour before the concert and it takes at least half an hour to get there.

Once arrived, we rush to the entrance, but we hit someone by hurrying what makes me fall.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Asked a female voice.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, it doesn't matter. We were just in a hurry to arrive before the show started because we were stuck in the traffic jams. And you know, I didn't want to be the girl who arrives late for the concert of her life, literally as well as figuratively. Since you know, I'm not, how to say Niall?" Turning to him while still sitting on the ground.

"I just think you should shut up, get up and shake a little to have a pretty decent outfit," insisted my best friend.

"I don't see why you say that," I said, getting up from him.

"Maybe because the person you hit is none other than the beautiful tattooed blonde of your dreams," he replied, helping me to put my clothes back correctly.

"Who is this one again?" I say threateningly. "You know very well that I'm not very attracted to girls Niall."

"Oh. Does this mean that I have every chance with you?" The female voice reappears.

I turn then to see who I had to do. But that's the drama again. I'm in front of the person I have always dreamed of being. The person I would like to take in my arms. In short, this person, who is my life, is none other than Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta better known as the divine Lady Gaga.

I don't even dare speak because I spoke so badly to her that I'm ashamed. I even make a crazy head, but then I quickly take my mind to apologize warmly.

"I'm really sorry for hitting you. It wasn't my intention at all. We were going to arrive late to your concert, and I didn't want to be seen as his fans who just want to see you. Well, here I am, I'm still sorry," I say, catching my breath after this monologue.

"Good, you're all excused. I don't blame you for being so eager to see me. I understand a little this craze for my popularity. By the way, beautiful outfits and makeup, did you do this alone?" She asked me.

"Uh, yes," I say shy.

"Magnificent. Go ahead before you're really late and I hope to see you again lovers," she said, winking at us.

"No, no, we're not together. He's my best friend, nothing more," I said, stammering a little.

"Well you would be a very nice couple yet," she says.

I roll my eyes. What are these people telling us that we are a wonderful couple? Damn what, we are best friends not in a relationship.

"Can you read this letter, please," then handing it to her.

"With pleasure," she said, taking the letter.

And she leaves before my eyes. But shit, I didn't even tell her how much I loved her and I even forgot to take her in my arms. But what's wrong with me? No, but you are normal Katheryn. You are more than normal. You were just stressed. Now go to fucking crazy gig and splash with your best friend.