Australia

Samantha's POV

I was nervous. I was very nervous. I couldn't believe I was actually here, in line, for the Jonas Brothers. They are my all time favourite band and they'd never been to Australia before. Sydney was their first show. Well, the one I'm at in their first Sydney show also. First of three if I'm not mistaken. They were all completely sold out. I had sold my acoustic guitar to afford the $147.75 for a ticket. I hope its worth every penny. I bet it is. It has to be right? It has to be. Its the Jonas Brothers; the JoBros; Kevin, Joe and Nick. These boys will grow up to be legends, and I was standing here, outside the venue, waiting for the doors to open. I had camped here; determined to have an epic spot. 48 hours later, I was standing up; sleeping bag and other belongings were stuffed in a bush around the corner. I wasn't ready for this
concert to be over. I didn't want it to be over. But it was going to be. Wait, what am I thinking? It hasn't even started yet! I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I was surrounded by other people; admittedly girls; girls who were so much better looking then me.

"What are you thinking about?" my friend, Natasha's voice broke my train of thought. I looked at her. Like it isn't obvious! I was thinking about the only thing I ever thought about.

"Joe," I blushed, twirling a bit of my hair between my fingers nervously.

"Of course," Tash smiled thoughtfully at me.

Tasha was my best friend and she was more of a Nick fan. She just loved his curls and his eyes. Oh and she would kill me if I didn't mention how "freaking good he looked in skinny jeans." She also looks up to him as a role model; she has diabetes like Nick does. She
says if it doesn't burden him, then it doesn't burden her. She was constantly arguing with me about Nick being the "better brother." I always rolled my eyes at her and stated that Joe was clearly better. Jeremy, our overly gay best friend, always asked what about Kevin? He
just didn't get it. But we just put it down to him having a little gay boy crush on Kevin. I thought it was adorable.

"What time is it?" A girl behind me looked over my shoulder. I pulled out my sidekick and pressed the unlock button, illuminating the screen.

"7.20pm," I answered, smiling at her.

"Thanks honey," she returned my smile.

Could it really be only 10 minutes till we went inside? 10 minutes till I can look up into the eyes of Joe Jonas? My heart started racing, my breathing became uneasy and I felt light headed. Tasha pulled out my inhaler from her backpack and shoved it in my mouth. I inhaled twice, deeply, before passing it back to her.

"Thanks Tasha," I smiled, embarrassed.

"It's all good," she shrugged. "We each have our ailments."

As the time slowly ticked by, I grew more nervous. Sure we had to sit through the crappy local band, "Short Stack," before they came on, but I didn't care. In an hour he'd be there. I'd be able to see him. Him. Joe.

I sighed. I always let my imagination get the better of me. It never ceased to amaze Tasha how many fan fictions I came up with about the three boys; mainly Joe centric; but that's the way I liked them. He always fell in love with a girl; whether it be a costar, a guitar tech,
an old friend or, a girl he met in the audience at a show. I always dreamed about being that girl.

When the doors opened, I thought my heart was going to stop. Tasha linked her arm through mine and we moved quickly through the doors. We ran across the floor till we stopped dead centre of the catwalk thing that was in the middle of the stage. The high heals I was wearing were really taking their toll on my feet. I had contemplated taking them off all
day, but they completed the ensemble.

As the lights dimmed, and Short Stack started their set, I couldn't help but squeal in excitement, for the band that would be taking the stage afterward.