It’s Friday, the second of December, which means that today’s the Katy Perry concert. We’re at school during lunchtime, and everyone at my table is talking about it.
"So did you see her at rehearsals?" Jake asks, excited.
"No, we just danced with the music in the background." Poppy says, smiling.
"But we were invited to the afterparty, so of course I asked if we could bring some friends and it’s okay." I tell them.
"Oh! You’re fucking joking!" Jake exclaims, clapping his hands. "We’re going to party with celebrities? Oh my GOD, you should’ve told me sooner! Jesus, I have no idea what to wear! It’s such short notice!"
I roll my eyes. "Just wear something fancy, it’s going to be okay. And by the way, the afterparty is like a red carpet event, so we’ll get to pose in front of those posters with things written on it."
"I’m gonna faint." Jake hyperventilates and fans himself.