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12:06am

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"I can wait." you tell Krista. She nods. The two of you had practically collapsed in your chairs after about an hour of dancing. You can't understand how the rest of the 'hansonites' can still be going. The CD must be on it's third time threw! You've noticed that, although during the rest of the CD you can hear every word perfactly, with help from all the thousands of girls singing along, you can't hear a word of the 'motherbird/babybird' part of "Man From Milwalkie" through all the screams.

12:45 PM

"I can't stand it anymore!" Krista says out of nowhere. "I need some food!" she holds out your hand "Do you want something?" You smile, and hand her a twenty.

"Sure! Get me a small frys, a medium Pepsi, and slice of pizza. Thanks!" Krista smiles, and heads out of the park.

1:15 PM

Krista comes back holding a Pepsi, a slice of pizza, a poutine, a chocolate milk, and a small fries. She hands you your order and $14.30 change.

"You should have seen the line ups! There are more girls out there then there are in here!" You look around you and find this hard to believe. There must be at least ten thousand girls in the park already!

1:45 PM

You and Krista have eaten all the food a while ago. You notice a cute little boy walking down the rows toward the front row. He looks wide-eyed at a girl sitting a couple seats down from you.

"Hey! That's my seat!" he screams. The girl refuses to move. The little boy starts sobbing. It doesn't look like either the boy, or the girl are going to let up. You think about offering your seat to the boy. You see a seat a couple of rows back that has a good view of the stage, and it's not like in ten years it's going to matter to you, or anyone else where you sat at this hanson concert! Then again, you'd be giving up a front row seat ! Do you want to offer the little boy your seat?

| Offer him your seat| | Sit low, and try to ignore his crying|

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