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Will I Meet Them Again

Tonight was the night. The night where I would meet my idol, Jake Bugg. Well, I wouldn’t say ‘meet’ persay. I was just really hopeful that I would meet him. As I was tying my red high top Converse I heard my mom call my name. “Hold on! I’m almost ready.” I say. I made my way downstairs. My mom was waiting by the door. “Ready?” She says with a grin. I nod my head and give her a big smile. We walk out to our black Honda, and I hop in and buckle up. I couldn’t help but tap my legs nervously and excitedly on the way to the show. I was excited, obviously, to see my idols on stage again. But I was nervous because Jake was becoming more popular, and at a bigger venue, I might not meet them as easily as last time. I looked in the rear view mirror and smiled. I had to say, I looked good. I really hope I meet my idols again or else all this preparation will go to waste. “I’m nervous to be letting you go.” My mom said to break the silence, and my nervousness. “Mom its okay! I’m going to meet my idols again.”

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