As she watched Same Old Brand New You for the hundredth time that day, her eyes were pricked cruelly by red hot tears. Her eyes pivoted to keep her gaze squarely on Christian, devouring up his every move with hungry eyes. His turn came to sing and finally Jasmine couldn't stand it any more. She chucked a cushion at the television before running off to her bedroom.
Why? she asked herself. Why can't devoted fans like me ever get to meet their heroes?
She covered her head with a pillow and let the pain of the fact lull her to sleep.

The sun shone in and blinded Jasmine by the brilliant light. She shielded her eyes and looked at her watch, placed conveniently on her bedside table. She sighed as she saw the time. Half past nine. She had slept in. She stood up and waited for the rush of blood to her head to settle its vicious pounding. There was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." she mumbled sleepily to no one in particular. She looked out the window. Her mother's white Celica was gone and in its place was a dark red Convertible. She frowned, rubbing her eyes. Mum had obviously gone out but the owner of the Convertible was hidden in the shadows of the front door, so she couldn't get a proper glimpse of who it was.
"Coming." she yelled, mad now. She was definately not a morning person and detested anyone which woke her up. She wiped sweat off her forehead, it was going to be a scorching day, and opened the front door, wearing her nightwear.
"Hello..."
She paused as she examined the face of the stranger who wasn't so strange in front of her. Her mouth dropped open and she hurriedly sweeped a hand through her mussed hand. The guy was looking at her, taking in her dishevelled appearance. She blushed and looked down to her feet. He smiled.
"Hi, is it too early to take you out for breakfast?"
Jasmine looked surprised. She looked around to make sure no one else was around. Of course no one wasn't, the only person being the blonde staring at her intently.
"Uh...no..." she said. "I'll just get changed."
"Good idea." She raced into the house and was ready in two minutes. She wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by.

The place they went to was a flash restaurant situated not far from the beach. It was a beautiful spot and Jasmine wondered why she hadn't heard about it before.
Towards the end of the meal, the guy leant forward.
"Listen. I have to be at a reheasel soon so I really must be going."
Jasmine nodded, hanging onto every word he said like an overeager puppy.
"Why are you in New Zealand anyway?"
He half-smiled, and Jasmine's heart lurched. He was so gorgeous! She loved his smile. He replied and snapped Jasmine out of her trance.
"We have a concert here. Would you like a front row ticket?"
Jasmine squealed.
"Of course! I'm a huge fan of you guys!"
"That's good."
He handed her two tickets and Jasmine clutched at them as if they were winning lottery tickets. She looked up into his eyes to find him gazing right back. She leaned forward slowly.
"I love you, Christian."
She could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips...

"Wake up, Jasmine!"
Jasmine groaned as someone hit her on the head with a pillow. She looked up to see her brother standing defiantly over her.
"Go away!"
"No, Mum said you have to wake up!"
Jasmine grumbled as she pulled the blankets back.
"And I was having such a cool dream too." she groaned to her brother, Thomas. Thomas merely shrugged, then grinned evilly.
"Did it involve Christian?"
"Yeah." Jasmine replied, a dreamlike quality tinting her eyes. He laughed, before leaving. Jasmine switched her computer on. She knew all of a sudden what she wanted to do. She opened the word processor and started writing a story. The story had a mind of its own, Jasmine was just the messenger. After she had finished she stopped and reread the first few lines.
*As she watched Same Old Brand New You for the hundredth time that day, her eyes were pricked cruelly by red hot tears...*

*~* The End *~*