The Meet & Greet

Carissa's P.O.V

Here I am on a Saturday night getting dragged around a stadium by my fourteen year old sister. Fun right? My sister and I have been walking around for thirty minutes trying to find the meet and greet section. My sister then starts to speed up.

"Sir, Sir, can you help me please," she pleaded. The usher nodded his head. While I stood their with my arms crossed.

"What can I help you with Ms?" he asked. My sister held up her VIP Backstage Pass hanging around her neck up to the man.

"I don't know where I am supposed to go for the meet and greet," she stated. He nodded his head and gestured us to follow him. We then walked down a black hallway and to a large room. I looked around horrified there must have been over one hundred girls lined up. This will take forever.

"Here you are," the usher said.

"Thank you so very much," my sister smiled. Then she pulled out a ten dollar bill from her bra and handed it to the man. Smooth one sis.

"Finally we're here," she half shouted. I rolled my eyes.

"And Carissa sorry but you don't have a backstage pass, only I do," she bragged. Of course she would.

"And you're telling me this why?" I snobbed. She let out a heavy sigh.

"Just in case you assumed," she smirked. Wow she should be grateful I actually brought her but no she has to be a brat. Like always. We stood in like for about an hour and thirty minutes. I'm surprised the concert didn't start yet. It will soon though and the faster that starts the faster it ends. We were next in line, finally.

"I need you to take the picture," my sister commanded handing me her IPhone.

"And don't make it blurry because I only get one shot," she stated. I nodded. I'll just do what I'm told because I'm sick of her attitude. A man in a black suit and a badge walked up to us.

"Ladies you're next, make it quick," he said sternly. Woe pushy much? Reagan turned to me with a huge grin. She began to walk over to the group of boys hugging and talking to them. She even started to cry. They must have had a big impact on her. I could only see the back of my heads from where I was sitting but they were all dressed nicely.

"Carissa?" my sister questioned. I got out of my daydream and walked over. I stood in front of her with her IPhone camera ready. They took some time to get into position. I admit it was cute seeing her this giddy. I looked down at the phone.

"Ready?" I questioned. She nodded while smiling. I clicked the button a few time making sure I got a good picture. I nodded saying I was done. She got down and hugged them all one last time and thank them. I sat there looking at the photos. I was proud I actually got a good one. I then looked up from the phone and saw the most beautiful boy before me. He looked back at me and gave me a shy smile, and I gave him one back.

"Carissa, listen to me, let's go we need to find our seats," Reagan yelled.

"Okay," I replied keeping my eyes on the beautiful boy and him keeping his eyes on me. Then I walked away to go find our seats.

Notes

Little bit of a longer chapter. Btw when you go to the link of the website, go to the MEET AND GREET section and it's the first picture (she is wearing a black shirt & mint skirt) I realize the picture from the meet in greet Reagan is wearing a different outfit and her hair is different but oh well. Hope you enjoy. xx


Will Harry and Carissa ever meet and greet themselves?