Vanessa's Point of View
My heart races. My hands shake, and I concentrate on griping the steering wheel. I stare at the back of the tour bus with nervous satisfaction.
"Wow," I breathe, grinning. "I might actually have a shot at meeting them."
I was referring to *NSYNC, my all-time favorite group. I was the definition of an obsessed *NSYNC fan. I had just come from their concert in my home state of California, leaving at the beginning of "Bye Bye Bye," with plans to follow them. And, to my surprise, I has actually succeeded in doing it (so far, at least).
Screeeeeech!!!! I slammed on my breaks, gasping as I was jerked back into reality. Because I has been so caught up in my jumbled thoughts, I had failed to notice that *NSYNC's tourbus was slowing down. I glanced out of my car window just in time to see the fab. five emerge from their tourbus, sweaty from performing. Grinning, I watched Justin, my favorite, lead the others into the expensive four-star hotel.
"Operation *NSYNC is under way," I said to myself excitedly. Now it was time to make my move.
I opened the car door and casually waltzed through the fancy hotel lobby doors, just in time to see JC's shaggy 'do disappear into the elevator. The doors closed, and I watched intently as the green light traveled from floor one up to two, three, and then finally floor number four. Four it was, then.
I entered the now empty elevator, fixing my lip gloss and hair nervously, before shakily hitting the floor four button. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest and my stomach was filled with butterflies as I pondered the sweet thought of actually seeing Justin up close. Just thinking about him made me ecstatically happy.
Sighing, I glanced up to see what floor the elevator was at, and felt myself grow even more nervous.
This was it. The fourth floor. I got off.
Suddenly, I was slammed into with such force that I fell over backward. The last thing I was aware of was darkness descending upon me...