"Yes sir!"
Some guy.
"I get to go to the concert tonight. That's great."
"Are you not a Leo Rose fan?"
"I'm sure he'll play some of his old hits."
"Alright. Your name sir?"
"Hank."
I wanted to strangle Hank through the radio just then. More talk about Leo Rose that wasn't absolute worship. Suddenly, I was feeling crushed. I wasn't going to win. I mean, I told myself as much before hand, but faced with the reality of it, well, was far more depressing than I think I was really ready for.
Sadly, I looked at my phone and started to go toward the hang up button.
"Caller thirty-three!"
There was some reverb just then. Was that coming from the radio... and my phone?
I swallowed.
"Caller thirty-three, are you there? Caller thirty-three? Do we have to give it to thirty-four?"
It was me. I was caller thirty-three.
I screamed.
"Well then, Caller Thirty-Three!"
"It's me, I'm the winner?" I said into the phone.
"Yes you are, miss! You're the final winner of V.I.P. tickets to tonight's Leo Rose concert!"
I screamed again.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, hyperventilating.
"You're welcome, miss! Your name?"
"Haley! I'm Haley, and I'm Leo Rose's biggest fan in the whole wide world! Universe! Everywhere! Thank you!"
"Well Haley, calm down, don't have a heart attack! You can't go to the concert if you're in the hospital!"
"I can't believe it. I'm going to get to meet Leo Rose!"
I screamed for the third time.
I don't think the DJ appreciated it that much. I didn't care.
I was going to get to meet my idol, and that's all that mattered.
I was about to explode in my seat. I was about to see him perform.
All day I was running around trying to get in my best outfit possible. My mother had to talk me out of showing up with my Sunday’s best. This was a concert, not church. Eventually I settled on a Leo Rose t-shirt and jeans, aiming to appear normal instead of some overly-enthusiastic Leo Rose fanatic who was a tad bit over-the-top in love with the guy.
I wouldn't want to come off like that now, would I?