"Oh come on Angie, you gotta come to this concert with me," begged my best friend Sasha. Apparently she has won two tickets for Michael Jackson's "Bad" concert and really wanted me to come with her.
"Sasha, how many times do I have to tell you, I DON'T WANT TO GO!" I said quite loudly. She frowned, making a sad baby face.
"Well why not? It's like…. The best concert ever, people would kill to go to his concert," said Sasha. I rolled my eyes. "Well thank God I'm not one of those people," I said. You see, I am not such a big fan of Michael Jackson, I never was really, I don't know what people saw in him that made him so special.
"Besides I have other things to do," I said, I really didn't though, I was just tired of Sasha bothering me.
Sasha raised her eyebrows, putting her hands on her hips. "Oh yeah? Like what, spend your Friday night doing absolutely NOTHING?" she said.
I rolled my eyes. "I have to do a whole lot of stuff, like do the laundry…" I said, but than stopped because that was pretty much all I had to do.
Sasha sighed. "That can't beat going to a Michael Jackson concert," she said walking over to my couch and sitting down. "Why do you want me to go anyways?" I asked.
"Oh, wow, that's a hard question," she said sarcastically. "BECAUSE HE'S THE GREATEST POP STAR EVER!" she added, almost yelling. "That's it?" I said. "And well I just wanted you to see how awesome he is and actually start to like him, do you know how annoying it is to have a best friend who doesn't like Michael?" she said. "Do you know how annoying it is to have a best friend who DOES like Michael, and talks about him ALL the time," I said with a grin. Sasha rolled her eyes. "What ever… I guess I'll have to ask somebody else to come to the concert with me," she said with a sad face, looking down to her feet. I groaned. I hated seeing her like this, all sad and everything…. Maybe going to this concert wouldn't be such a bad idea, maybe I'll actually like Michael's music, and besides, Sasha really wanted me to come, she's told me she won two tickets for Michael Jackson's concert a month ago, and has kept on asking me since then if I could go with her, meanwhile she has lot's of other friends who actually LIKE Michael's music. And why was I being so mean to her anyways, rejecting her all the time. She must have really wanted me to come.
"Okay fine," I said. "Fine what?" she mumbled, keeping her gaze at the ground.
"I'll go to the concert with you," I said. She jumped off the couch and ran up to me, throwing her arms around me. "Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you, SO MUCH!" she said happily. "Please, just not with the hugs," I said, pulling back. Sasha laughed. "BUT, on only one condition," I said. "Of course, anything," she said, smiling.
"Just don't scream right in my ear, cause I have a feeling by the end the concert is done I'll be deaf," I said. Sasha laughed even more. "I'll try," she said.
She than looked down at my clothes. "We gotta find you something cute to wear, cause you might be one of the girls that Michael could pick to dance with him," she said with a grin. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled.