"It'll be so much fun," Jane said. Imagine, New Kids on the Block in concert, and we have tickets!"
Jane Emmons and Amy Scott were talking about the New Kids on the Block (NKOTB for short) concert, whitch was a week away.
"I know," Amy said. "The tickets are sold out now."
"So," Jane asked. "What are you going to wear? I'm wearing a jean skirt, and a white tee shirt."
Amy replied," Oh I gues I'll wear a pair of jeans and my JOE shirt."
"My aunt's going to buy me a JOE shirt. If not, I'll wear a white shirt with all my pins," Jane said. "Let's go to my house and listen to some records."
"Jane, do you have any records the NKOTB can sign?" Amy asked. "I have 1."
"I'm going to get one today," Jane said. "My Mom's taking me to Platters."
For a while, the girls sat in silence, listening to "HANGIN' TOUGH" on the record player. At last, Amy broke up the silence.
"Do you think we could meet him?" she asked.
"Who?" Jane asked, lost in thought.
"JOE MCINTYRE!," Amy screamed.
"Oh," Jane said. "I don't think we have very good chances."
I mean, I'd love to meet him, but so do hundreds of other kids.
It's hopeless," she added sadly.
"Not so hopeless," Amy said. "i know a place where the New Kids reherse. Want to go with me?"
Jane practiclly yelled her answer. "Do I ever! Let's go!"
It's over at Harris high school in the gym," Amy said. "And thier leaving in 20 minutes!"
You never saw anyone run faster to Harris High than Amy and Jane. After 10 minutes, the girls reached the high school.
"This - is it," Amy said between breaths.
"When did you find all this info?" Jane asked.
"On the "HANGIN' TOUGH" album just 10 minutes ago," Amy said.
"You didn't!"
"I did."
The girls laughed as they made their way to the gym. On the 4 floor, both girls were puffing.
"There - they - are!," Jane cried. We made it!"
Both girls tiptoed into the gym and sat behind the sacks, listening to JOE, singing, "PLEASE DON'T GO GIRL."
Amy sighed happily as Jane was staring at JOE. Both Amy and Jane were wearing the pins, "I'M JOE'S GIRL," "I LOVE NEW KIDS," AND "BOSTEN BABES."
When the song was over, JORDAN went to get a punching sack.
"Oh no!" Amy whispered.
"He'll find us," Jane whispered back.
JORDAN took a sack and saw the girls in a huddle on the floor. "Well, what do we have here?," he said, chuckling.
Both Amy and Jane got up. "We didn't mean to spy on you, honest we didn't. We just had to see you reherse. We're big fans of yours," Amy explained. "I'm Amy Scott and this is Jane Emmons." Amy pointed to Jane, who was stiff, her mouth wide open.
"H - H - Hi," Jane faltered.
"Hello, girls," JORDAN said. "I'm glad you came. Come meet the others."
Jane and Amy went with JORDAN. JOE, JON, DONNIE, and DANNY were on stage.
I didn't know we have visitors," JOE said. "But it's nice. Especially when fans crowd us." He smiled at them.
"Hi," Amy said. "I'm Amy Scott, and this is Jane Emmons." "Hi," Jane said happily.
"We have tickets to your concert," Amy said. "We can't wait to go."
"I'm glad we'll see you there," DANNY said.
"Turn around," JON said.
Amy and Jane turned around.
For 5 minutes, the girls stood.
"You can look now," DONNIE said.
When they turned around, there was 2 boxes at thier feet, in pink wrapping paper. "We got to go now," JOE said. "But hang tough!"
The N.K.O.T.B. waved to the girls and left.
Amy and Jane ran to Amy's house. When they got to her room, Jane and Amy opened the boxes.
In it was a note.
Hope your like this gift! Love, Joe, Jordan, Donnie, Jon, and Danny.
Inside thier boxes were 2 N.K.O.T.B. shirts, one tee-shirt and one sweatshirt. A pair of shoelaces, a mirror, and 1 back stage pass!
Finally, the day of the concert arrived. They put on thier N.K.O.T.B. hat, shirt, shoelaces in thier shoes and jeans. They were off!
For 4 hours they listened to songs, and were even called to the stage! When the concert was over, Amy and Jane went backstage.
To be continued...
P.S. I wrote this when I was eleven. As if you couldn't tell.
Now I assume you meant joE (or Joey), and you didn't really call him Joe or J.O.E.
. . . I mean really . . . if you want to call yourself a fan.
(This is the embarassing part where I tell you I went to their concert for my birthday, to which my sister, aunt, and I wore nearly matching outfits. -the neon sleeves differed in color- And I was in a fan club. I think I was the treasurer, but we didn't have any treasurey.)
Maura
Posted by: Anonymous | November 23, 2004 at 09:12 PM
Hey, ever hear of poetic license? Deal with it!
Posted by: Frema | November 24, 2004 at 12:29 AM
I think if I were in the presence of NKOTB and one of them told me to turn around, I'd politely decline. :)
Posted by: Phil | November 24, 2004 at 07:33 PM
Okay...so NKOTB was my FIRST concert. It was so exciting that I vowed to go to every concert anybody put on. Just cause I loved being at a concert.
But I PROMISE I never went to another on that same level of NKOTB. I mean...I've seen freakin' Paul McCartney two times!
Anyway...this was awesome. Especially the pictures of the guys.
Posted by: Isabel | March 10, 2006 at 12:13 AM