I couldn't afford to buy him a gift so I made one. But I didn't realize that I ran out of 1's and 9's and so I made an I into the 1 and the G into a 9.
I was embrassed to even give him the bracelet so I just wore it and waved at him like crazy.
I was able to reach out to him and he held my wrist because I was able to fall over the baricade.
"Be careful!" His face paled a bit and he called for the security guard protecting him to help out, "Please help her."
He was wisked away and I was pulled off the edge of the baricade and assisted by the mall employees. "Are you okay?"
I was breathing heavily both because I was terrified and because Stell, my bias in SB19 just asked someone to help me. I didn't care that he didn't know who I was and that he may never remember my name. Heck, he wouldn't even know it.
But how many fangirls can claim that their bias saved them?
Just a select few, I am sure.
I am happy that I got to see him and even touch him. But for the sake of my sanity, I won't be on the barricade next time. My life needs to be preserved for me to see them in many, many, many more concerts to come.
I got home, lied on my bed then looked up at the wrist Stell held. I contemplated never washing my hands ever again.
I felt peculiar while looking at my wrist then I realized, "My bracelet is missing!"
I pouted and clucked my tongue. "The beads are probably all over the place in the mall hallway. Sorry cleaning lady." I prayed for the cleaning crew who was gonna have to vacuum the beads off the floor. I hoped no one slipped because of those tiny beads.
I slept thinking that this was my most Stellar Stell moment.
But I was wrong wrong wrong.
