Nikki J. Maxwell's Diary: A Night of Surprises and Makeovers, Study notes of Dance

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THIS DIARY BELONGS TO:

Nikki J. Maxwell

PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL

If found, please return to ME for REWARD!

(NO SNOOPING ALLOWED!!! )

Aladdin New York London Toronto Sydney New Delhi

with Nikki Russell and Erin Russell

ME, STILL WEARING MY DAZZLING TIARA FROM LAST NIGHT!

And finally, the most AMAZING thing EVER!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Totally-awesome-completely-unbelievable-too- good-to-be-true-exciting-wonderful thing #3: DURING THE VERY LAST DANCE OF THE MOST PERFECT, ROMANTIC, FAIRY-TALE EVENING, BRANDON AND I...

Hey! Wait a minute! Is that my cell phone ringing?!!

YES! My phone IS ringing!!!

Hey! Maybe it’s...

BRANDON!! ∞!!!

(Checking my caller ID.. .)

NOPE!! It’s NOT Brandon calling.

WAIT!! OMG!!! I can’t believe it’s...

SQUEEEEEEE ∞!!

Gotta answer my phone!

I’m on spring break from school this entire week. So I’ll have plenty of time to finish writing this...

LATER!!! ∞!

SUNDAY, MARCH 2

OMG! Saturday night was a complete NIGHTMARE!! How bad was it? SO bad I'm breaking into a cold sweat and having traumatic flashbacks just writing about it.

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! That was me screaming!! Sorry!! Must. Stop. Screaming! Anyway...

I can hardly believe the KA-RAY-ZEE mess I got myself into THIS time!

I wondered if they allowed diaries in JAIL! Because that’s exactly where I was headed. No JOKE!! The authorities were about to place me under arrest ∆! But girlfriend wasn't going down without a fight!

And by fight, I mean trying to figure out whether I could sneak out of a nearby window, crawl onto a six-inch ledge, dangle by my fingertips over a railing, and then jump five floors to the ground below... without SPLATTERING myself all over the parking lot!!

But it gets worse! My BFFs, Chloe and Zoey, were getting arrested too. And it was all MY fault!

I was such a HORRIBLE person! I TOTALLY deserved it if they UNFRIENDED me on Facebook!

If only I HADN’T dragged them into this MESS!

I was just minding my own business and writing in my diary when I got that call Saturday morning....

“Hello, Nikki! Great news! I’m in town today with my new group, the BAD BOYZ! I’d love to meet with you to discuss recording your band’s song ‘Dorks Rule!’ The only problem is that we’ll be leaving soon to go on a world tour. So I can only meet with you TONIGHT. Otherwise, it’ll be about seven months before my schedule clears up again. Do you think you can make it to the Bad Boyz concert tonight?”

“OMG! Mr. Chase?! Yes, I’d love to! But that concert sold out months ago in, like, ten minutes. My two BFFs camped out in line overnight and STILL couldn’t get any tickets.”

“No problem! I’ll give you three backstage passes so you can bring a couple of your band members. Just pick them up at the reserved-tickets window, okay?”

That was when I completely FAINTED! Well, actually, ALMOST completely fainted.

“Backstage passes?! That’s AWESOME! Thank you, Mr. Chase! I’ll see you TONIGHT!”

I could NOT believe this was happening! My band, Actually, I’m Not Really Sure Yet, might get a record deal! I hung up the phone and immediately called Chloe and Zoey to see if they wanted to go to the concert.

They answered with one word: “SQUEEEEE!” ∞ !!

We all agreed it was going to be the MOST fun we’d had together since, um... yesterday!

When we arrived at the arena, we waited in line with THOUSANDS of excited fans. But you’d NEVER guess who we just happened to run into on our way to the ticket window....

And of course she was surprised to see US, too!

“OMG! What are YOU losers doing here?” she said, turning up her nose at us in disgust like we were... a bunch of lowly... maggots... suffering from a terminal case of... diarrhea or something.

“We’re here to see the show! What else?” I answered, like it wasn’t a big deal at all.

“Well, have fun way up there in the cheap, nosebleed section. I managed to snag FRONT-ROW SEATS! If the Bad Boyz come down onto the main floor, I’ll tell them you guys said hello. NOT!!” MacKenzie taunted.

Then she waved her tickets right under our noses really sloooowly like they were freshly baked red velvet cupcakes with extra sprinkles or something.

But I just stared right into her beady little eyes.

“Well, girlfriend! I hope you have fun in the front row, because WE’RE going to be BACKSTAGE!!” I said.

Then I waved OUR tickets right under HER nose really slooooooooowly.

“Yeah!” Chloe added, doing jazz hands. “We have VIP, special access, BACKSTAGE PASSES! While WE meet and greet, YOU can weep!”

“And if WE run into the Bad Boyz backstage, we’ll tell ’em YOU said hello,” Zoey said, batting her eyes all sweetly. “NOT!!”

MacKenzie just stood there in shock, staring at us with her mouth dangling wide open.

The thought of us dorks hanging out with the celebs backstage must have given MacKenzie a mini nervous breakdown or something. Because she accidentally knocked over her bottled water and completely drenched Chloe!

Thank goodness Zoey had a pack of tissues in her purse.

We tried our best to calm Chloe down and dry her off.

I couldn’t believe MacKenzie didn’t even bother to apologize to Chloe for being such a KLUTZ. She

just disappeared. How RUDE!!

Anyway, since the show was going to be starting in less than ten minutes, we placed our coats and stuff in a locker and rushed to the backstage entrance. A grumpy-looking security guard was stationed there, checking IDs and buzzing people in.

“Um... excuse me, sir,” I said excitedly. “We need to get backstage. We were invited here by Mr. Trevor Chase and have backstage passes.”

“Yeah, right!” he grumbled. “And I’m Sleeping Beauty! You and nine hundred other girls ALL have backstage passes. Now, stop bugging me before I have you removed from the premises for attempted unauthorized entry!”

“No, we REALLY do!” I said, opening my purse to grab our tickets. “SEE? They’re right here... !” Only there was a small complication. The tickets weren’t in the little pocket thingy inside my purse.

“Um, wait a minute... !” I giggled nervously as I dug around in my purse. “I just have to find them... .”

The security guard rolled his eyes and glared at me.

“Nikki, give the nice man our tickets. Now!” Zoey said with a fake smile plastered across her face.

“Stop messing around before you get us thrown out of here,” Chloe whisper-shouted in my ear.

I grinned at the scowling security guard. “Um, sir, could you please excuse us for a moment?”

We turned our backs to the security guard and huddled together for an emergency meeting. “I CAN’T FIND OUR TICKETS!!!” I shrieked quietly. “It’s like they’ve disappeared into thin air.”

“WHAT?!!” Chloe and Zoey both gasped.

“Maybe I just overlooked them... ,” I muttered as I frantically dumped out my purse.

But there were no tickets to be found. That’s when we started to PANIC.

“Listen, they’ve got to be around here somewhere!” Zoey said, trying to stay calm. “Nikki, you rush back to the ticket window to see if you left them there. Chloe and I will check the locker to make sure you didn’t leave them with our coats and stuff. Don’t worry, guys. I’m SURE we’ll find them!”

Then we took off in search of our lost backstage passes. By the time I made it back to the ticket window, it was closed because the show had already started. Unfortunately, I didn’t see our tickets anywhere. And Chloe and Zoey didn’t have any luck either.

It was my brilliant idea to call Trevor Chase and explain our predicament. But unfortunately, his voice mail was full ∆.

Things quickly went from bad to worse. When we told the security guard we’d lost our tickets and asked for his help, he just yelled at us.

“You have exactly sixty seconds to GET OUT of my arena!!” he snarled. “Or I’ll place you all under arrest for TRESPASSING!!”

That’s when I got really mad and totally lost it. “Yeah right, MR. GRUMPY! It’s not like YOU actually own this arena. Besides, you’re not even a REAL police officer!” I screamed at him.

But I just said that inside my head so no one else heard it but me.

I had a really SICK feeling in my stomach. Only one other person knew about our backstage passes.

MACKENZIE ∆!!

And now it was quite obvious to me that she had accidentally-on-purpose dumped water on Chloe to distract us, and then disappeared into thin air.

Right along with our TICKETS ∆!!!