"Wait! Wait ladies."

He jogs across the large room towards us. "I apologize for listening in on your conversation, but I can get you space in VIP. Stay, I insist."

Danatha's mouth swings open as Tonya's eyes bug out of their wide sockets. Meanwhile, warmth envelops my body. Aden Arrington is not done tail-spinning my life and what's more, I couldn't be any more thrilled about it.

"AH!!!"

"Tonya." I laugh, ushering her along.

"Let's go."

"Will you let me do that for you?"

I nod with a smile and guide my now mute friends towards Aden. Some guy from protocol shows up next to him as we near the crowd of girls. He tells Aden that he's late for hair and makeup, but Aden is only interested in instructing him to place us at the front of the VIP section.

I beam as he smiles down at me. I can't seriously be about to swoon over a guy in this day and age. I need to pull it together. Danatha and Tonya follow the protocol guy who leads the way past the group of girls, as we're surrounded by bodyguards forming a human shield between the crowd and us.

"You're paying, Aden. You really don't owe me."

"Oh, I simply like to give." We laugh together. "It feels nice; you know that."

Once the show starts, the stadium bounces with energy. We all follow by jumping on our toes and singing along to the crowd. I did promise to pretend to like them after all. It really isn't so hard to pretend now that I've met the lead singer rather intimately. His voice sounds just as rich and textured when he projects it using his mic.

The set is meant to last two hours and I only vaguely know four songs. Luckily, that gives me ample time to admire Aden up close. I watch the way his jaw moves to make certain signature sounds, the way his digits tap on the mic stand they're holding and the way he screams at times, causing veins to wring out of his neck like red carpet ropes.

Just envisioning the colour thrusts me back to the red room and brings back his thumb to my lips. I was as entranced then as I am now, watching him indolently pace around the stage.

I almost miss it when before a song, Aden speaks into his mic. It isn't the first time he's spoken but this time is distinct. He waits for the crowd to quieten. Only then does he speak.

"This next song...is one of my favourites. Tonight, I'm dedicating it...to a girl I met...just an hour ago. She is one of the kindest and funniest people I've ever met. She's that kind of person that..." he laughs. "Yeah. So now every time I play this song, I reckon I'll remember her."

I freeze, disbelieving of my ears. Danatha and Tonya both rotate to look at my shocked face, but they might as well be in my peripheral view because my eyes are only following one person on stage. How has he done this? How has he completely exceeded the girlish fantasies that I have been fostering for the better part of the last hour? I can't even react; I'm not even sure I know how to. All I can do is breathe as I watch him move to one of the guitarists then back to his mic stand.

"And her name is McKenzie. Yep!"

The crowd goes wild for two seconds, then the music blasts out.

I think I might still be in shock. I'm watching him perform with my mouth wide open and my heart trying to beat right out of my chest. I wish he could see me. I wish we could share this moment. He sings his part with his eyes closed.

"Don't worry
Don't hurry
Her words are honey delights
In her arms
I'm safe yet strong
Tell me where else would I belong"

He opens his eyes and stares into the distance. Fuck, my heart is melting. He's picturing me in his mind. That fact alone is enough to send shivers down my spine. I would do just about anything to be close to him right now. There is no doubt in my mind that he wants me.

Why else would he have dedicated that song to me? But who am I kidding? Even before this dedication, I already knew that he wants me. When his eyes were glued to mine in the red room, I got a glimpse of his desire. This overwhelming feeling invading my body and mind isn't exclusive to me.

Danatha, in front of me, is losing her mind. She's screaming her heart out like all the other Qutees. I'm trying to listen to what Aden is singing. It's very hard to though. His dedication stirred the crowd into a frenzy that isn't allowing for much to reach my ears.

But when the melody changes, the pitch is higher, making it difficult for the crowd to generate as much noise as before. I can finally hear what Aden is singing again.

"Whatever it is, she makes it alright!
And I wanna hold her for the rest of my life
And all of my nights, she could give my heart peace
I wish she could be here with me!"

I'm still in shock when the song ends with Danatha jerking my shoulders in excitement. Tonya once again turns to face me. Envy leaves little subtext on her expression, but I pretend to be blind to it. The feelings that are swirling inside of me right now deserve my full attention. They're too marvellous for me to allow them to dissipate over someone's petty jealousy.

The concert ends and the protocol guy who brought us to VIP leads us backstage again. A male figure stands near the exit, but the short hair immediately hints to him not being Aden.

Once we get closer, we finally see that it's just Icy Eyes. He stops us and asks who McKay is. He looks me up and down when I raise my hand, surveying me before smiling in a sinister manner.

"Aden said he'll be right out."

His eyes scan my friends and light up when he sees Danatha. Of course, I'm used to this; Tonya's used to it too. But Tonya is also very spiteful when attention isn't centred on her. She leaves stating that she's calling an Uber and slams the door on Danatha - not that Danatha cares. She's now ogling Jude as well.

I inadvertently begin to worry. I have never seen Danatha cheat on JD and I know she's not like that. But Jude is very attractive. He has such a cool, boyish smile, and his icy blue eyes are perfect to stare into. His dyed auburn hair is cut to compliment the square shape of his face and don't even get me started on his toned body.

While I'm used to Danatha attracting almost all guys everywhere she goes, I couldn't have predicted that Jude, out of all people, would fall victim to her charms. Danatha has always been my best friend so of course I'll always be the first to advocate for her beauty. But the simple fact is that she does not need me to do it. Danatha has always been strikingly attractive.

Her dark brown skin makes her immediately stand out in Ohio, and her curvaceous figure does nothing to curb that attention. Her wide nose is a feature unmatched that draws all eyes to her face, luring them to her curly lips and excessively lashed eyes.

Then there is the matter of Danatha being no slouch in the confidence department. She wears heels because they help maintain her ass and generously sized breasts perky. She flaunts her flat stomach in crop tops accessorized with exotic belly rings and she always smells of grand hotel elevators. And most importantly, her friendly but still very sensual demeanour makes it impossible for her to go unnoticed by - especially the male - public.

But Danatha has also always been the best, kindest and most loyal person I know. She has always stayed true to herself and for the past four years, to JD. That's why I'm surprised to see sparks flying between her and Jude.

Well, then there's the fact that Jude is arguably the hottest member of the biggest boy band in the world; and he's fixated on Danatha? Even through the apprehension, I have the urge to applaud her. She has the kind of pull that every girl - including me - dreams of.

Soon though, that dream for me is far from reality. Aden never shows up. I hear Tonya in the back comment that he's probably with another girl by now. I know she's saying that to hurt me and it does. My dream of having the kind of pull Danatha has is wishful thinking.

Here I am, wearing my mother's most expensive perfume, wearing brand new jeans and a crop top, make-up, donning a slicked ponytail, jewellery and still - it's not enough to pull Aden back to me.

He's probably stuck in some other girl's orbit now. She's probably blonde and a bombshell. I can't blame him for leaving the dorky brown eyed, brown haired house mouse behind - no one would.

But I'm not jealous so much as I am sad at the missed opportunity. My affinity for him wasn't simply sexual. The way he talked to me made me feel like I was communicating with a kindred spirit.
But now, I've been thrown out like Goldilocks after finding a home. I can only go back to wandering around looking for a new one, because the one I got today is never going to be for me.

Come to think of it, seeing that comet could only be a cosmical sign that today I would have a once in a lifetime experience - and that's exactly what I should let it be.