Keianna

December 20, 2016 (From my diary.)

7:33 PM
I just bought my ticket for Kevin Abstract’s concert at the Roxy. It’s in March and I’m already excited. All of my internet friends who live in California are coming and I’m pretty sure Cory is going to buy his ticket tomorrow. I’ve talked to Kevin in the group chat before and he’s really funny.

February 15, 2017 (Note from the app on my iPhone.)

3 AM
I have no idea what I’m going to wear to the concert. Kevin asked me to bring him the Teen Vogue with Cameron Dallas on the cover. His love for him reminds me of my crush on Harry Styles that hasn’t completely gone away yet. I need to go to the thrift store soon. I’ll never have enough clothes.

March 15th, 2017 (On a piece of paper, I can’t find my diary.)

Midnight.
I’m getting nervous. What if my internet friends don’t like me as much in real life? I’ve met Kassy before but Stephen, Jon, Laura, and Rebecca might hate me. I don’t know how I’m going to express to them how much they mean to me, how much they’ve helped me when I was down. I’m crying right now but I hope I won’t cry when I see them.

March 24, 2017 (Notes app.)

1:10 PM
Natalie, Char, and I just got to In-N-Out. We had senior day at school. It seems so fitting that it was scheduled the day before Kevin’s concert. It felt like the beginning of an ending. I can’t believe I’ve known some of these people for four years.

3:28 PM
My eyebrows are done. I bought everyone candy. I picked up a few things from the thrift store, but I still don’t know what I’m wearing tomorrow.

2:03 AM
I just got done sewing down patches to my mom jeans. I’m going to sleep.

March 25, 2017 (Notes app.)

8 AM
I don’t have to be up until 9 AM but I can’t get back to sleep. It feels like the first day of school. I think I’ll just lie here for a bit.

9:34 AM
My hair won’t do what I want it to but I don’t look that bad. Maybe I never look as bad as I think I do.

11:36 (Text from Nat.)
I’m here.

11:58 AM
We picked up Cory. We have to make a few stops then we’ll be on our way.

2:30 PM
I’m in a bathroom at a pizzeria down the street from the venue. There’s an 8-Ball in the wall.

2:48 PM
We’re in line. Little by little everyone from the group chat is getting here. It’s comfortable. I’ve already taken pictures with Kevin, Romil, and Nick.

6:45 PM
They’re putting up the little fences to keep us all in a somewhat neat line. It’s crowded but we don’t mind. Hollywood tour buses keep passing by. Most of the tourist don’t wave back. I hope they’re enjoying their time in Los Angeles.

?:?? PM
I just slow danced with a friend. My favorite song was playing. Yeehaw.

10:38 PM
I’m sitting in the backseat of Stephen’s car with our friends. We don’t all fit inside so the others are sitting on the ground of the parking lot. This is my teenage dream. This is exactly how I wanted this night to feel.

11 PM
I just hung out with Taylor Allard then had a great conversation with Joba. He’s one of my favorite people. Nick just high fived me. He’s really cool, too.

12:50 PM
We’re on our way home. I’m exhausted. I wish this night could last forever, but I have to wake up early for church tomorrow.

1:30 AM
I just washed tonight out of my hair and off my skin. I miss my friends.

1:36 AM (Spoken aloud to my grandma.)
Goodnight, I love you. ♦