The concert was fantastic. It couldn't have been better. Well, actaully yes it could've. It could've been longer. But however long it was, it would always be too short.
The girls hadn't been able to go backstage before the show because Hanson was too busy. They had a few problems with the sound and stuff like that. The roadies said that one of Issac's guitar strings had broke and that the backup was out of tune. In other words, just a bunch of problems. But now the show was over...
It was time to meet the boys.
The girls walked from their third row seats, down to the corridor in which they were suposed to show their passes. When they came to the security guard, they flashed their passes like FBI agents. And then laughing at how stupid they must look to this guy.
They were ushered into a large room. The room had lots of tables filled with good looking food and drink. It looked like one big party. Except for the fact that everyone at the "party" had on headsets and walkie-talkies.
Some lady came up behind them and told them that if they wanted, they could grab some food and wait in a quieter room. Of course, she had to yell this to be heard. It was very noisey at the "party". The girls agreed, because they felt uncomfortable with all these busy men and women bustiling around like bees. They all looked like they had someplace to be. Somewhere to go. It made the girls extremely nervous. So they gathered up some food and two drinks and followed the nice lady to a quiet room. She said Betty and Veronica could wait here "in peace" (she added with a wink) while the boys finished cleaning themselves up from the show.
The room was sparcley furnished. It had two couches. One on the same wall of the door, and one on the oppisite wall (facing the door). Betty chose the one facing the door and Veronica sat down beside her. "I can't belive that WE are backstage at a Hanson concert!!" said Bets (as she was sometimes called) They squealed. "I know! I can't belive you won these passes! And chose me to go with you! Thank you SO much!!" said Ronnie (as she was called sometimes) "I couldn't think of anyone I would rather share this with. HANSON!!!" And the two squealed again. It was a moment only two best friends could share. "Hey Bets. Do you think they'll be here soon? I am SO nervous!" "I don't know. But I am so much more nervous than you are, so shut up!" "Are not!" "Are too!"
Just then, the door opened and they found themselves face to face with Hanson. **************************************************************************************
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