One morning in October of 2009, something occured unlike any other, and it was the worst dia of my life. I didn't know what i was supposed to do after the event, but i just wanted to explain over and over and over why i lied.

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Brittani's POV: Thursday, October 1st, 2009, I had scheduled a encontro, data with Duncan later that night at a rock show, concerto for the band amor All Day, Rock All Night. That band was our favorito band for amor songs. Duncan was a bit dissappointed that I wasn't able to get tickets to liek metallica or Fall Out Boy, but i told him it was extremely hard because my family is very poor. I had to cheap off of my allowance- 50 cednts a day- for about five years, in order to be able to buy two Lova All Day, Rock All Ngiht tickets.

Our favorito amor song por them is Final Steps, and Duncan told his sister Juno the night before that he planned to propose to me at the concert. But what occured that dia completely threw everything off track.


Later that night, I sat at my house in a short sexy black dress lined with white and blue sequins. I reached for a hair scrunchy and pulled my long brown hair into a side ponytail so it fell down over my shoulder, and i heard a car horn outside my window and knew that Duncan was here to pick me up. I grabbed a jaqueta and headed out the front door into his car.

At the concert, we pushd our way through the enourmous crowd cheering at the announcer talked about the performance.

"Hey babe" Duncan put his hand over my shoulder. "You cold?"

"Maybe...a bit." I smiled. He smiled back and put his arms around me.

The announcer said the show, concerto was just about to start and the band was backstage. I looked up at Duncan. "um....I'll be right back, I have to go to the car." I walked out of his arms toward the parking lot. Of course, the lot was about a mile from the show, concerto stadium. But I didn't go to the lot. I swerved aroudn the crowd and climbed up the stairs backstage.

"Yo, where you been?!" Johnny, the 19 ano old brunette violão, guitarra player asked me. "We're goin on in about a minuto and where the fuck were you?!"

"It's a long story, but all I can say is,. I'm about to do something to ruin the best thing that ever happened to me." I shook my head and took the mic out onstage, in a long white petticoat and blue shades.