"Come on, Lance. I can't go without you. You're my bestest friend in the whole wide world. It won't be as good without you."

Chris pouted, begging really.

Lance rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Fine, Chris, I'll go with you. But I'm not going to enjoy myself."

Lance made sure Chris got what he was saying as he pointed at him. Chris hoped down from where he was on the dresser and moved towards Lance. Chris put on his best smile.

"Oh, come on. You know you'll have an awesome time. You'll be with me."

Lance looked over to his best friend from his book. Rolling his eyes he added, "I'm only going with you because you begged me. And you're my best friend."

Chris laughed and hopped over to Lance's closet. Rummaging through it, he pulled out a shirt.

"Oh, my gosh. You know what you sould wear. This!"

Showing Lance a stripped collard shirt. "You could wear it open, with a solid colored shirt under. And those beige pants you bought yesterday."

Lance sighed and knew it was going to be a long night.

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Finally, after spending 45 minutes in line waiting to get in, they make it into the stadium. They figured out where their seats are as they pass a group of girls.

"Wow, this place is packed."

They take their seat in the way back.

"Oh, this is so cool, dude!" Chris said, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Chris, you can't see anything. You can barely see the stage. They look like ants. Where did you get these ticket, again?"

Lance looked over at Chris. He had stopped bouncing in his chair. He shrugged and grumbled, "I got them off the internet. It was pretty much sold out. So, hey, at least I got tickets."

"Chris, you're acting like a 14 year old girl."

Lance said, because he saw Chris bouncing in his chiar once again.

"So," Chris said playing offence, "how often do you get to go to a concert and see HIM!"

He pointed to the stage as the lights dimmed and Justin Timberlake came out to perform.

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An hour and a half. That's how long Lance had to sit in his chiar. 14, That's how many songs he had to sit through. 57. That's how many times he was hit by the girls behind him. And 23. That's how many times Chris had told him 'How cool is this!' and tugged on him.

Lance looked up to the stage. The encore was over, but Justin had come back out.

"Okay." He said as all the girls in the crowd, including Chris, started screaming. "I'm about to read off some numbers. If the numbers I read off, match the number on your ticket, you and a guest get to join me backstage. It's only for an hour, but hey, it's me.."

Lance rolled his eyes. Now he really understood why he didn't like this kid. Justin looked down at the cards and read off the numbers.

"The numbers are; 24 G, 105 C, and 3 J. Thank you, and have a nice night everybody."

Chris looked at Lance. "Damn man, it's too bad I'm 105 B. That would make you 105 C, we're one letter off."

Lance looked down at his ticket. It reads: Seat D Row 105. He taps Chris on the shoulder, "Umm, Chris, If I'm seat D, then you're seat C."

Chris quickly looks down at his own ticket stub. He screams and jumps up and down, "Oh, my gosh. We won, we get to go backstage."

Lance laughed and rolled his eyes. Grabbing Chris, they walk down towards security. Lingering behind him, Chris bounces up and down.

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