The cameras flashed like crazy as the celebrities filed out of the building. I was just ahead of said cameras right by the screaming fans. The press badge around my neck was the only thing keeping me from being dragged off by security. And no, I wasn't with the press. My mum had gotten me a pass cos she knew how much I loved two select people that would be here tonight. She was part of the press, or paparazzi I guess you could call it, however.

(I don't even want to know.)