"I guess you're right. Can you grab the milk?" You walk over to the fridge, and see your ticket. You slide it off the fridge, and slip it into your pocket along with your spending money. You grab the milk and hand it to your dad.

"Now what?" you ask no one in particular, looking around the room for something to do.

"You could listen to see if they say anything about Hanson on the radio," your dad suggests. Not able to think of a better idea, you nod your head and climb up the stairs toward your room.

Once in your room, you turn on your radio. "And now," says the DJ, "the cellular one traffic report." you head toward the bathroom and brush your teeth. You get back just in time to catch the end of the report. "...an accident involving a transport carrying pickles. A caller at the scene says there's pickle juice everywhere!" Although you know how awful it must be for the people in the accident, you have to giggle. Pickles?!

"Here's Third Eye Blind's Semi-Charmed Life!" Checking to make sure no ones near enough to hear you, you close you door, turn up the volume on your radio, and sing along.

6:45 AM

The radio hadn't said a thing about Hanson, besides playing "I Will Come to You" a couple of times. Board to death, and anxious to go, you decide you are ready to leave.

"Dad," you call down the stairs, "I want to go now!"

"Okay," he calls back. "Meet you in the car!"

You grab $50 off the dresser in your room, put it in your pocket along with your ticket, and head downstairs to put on your shoes. You hop in your car. And turn on your the radio. To the tune of Backstreet Boys' "Quit Playing Games" You tell your dad about the pickle accident. As your dad turns onto highway 32, you notice the sudden change in traffic. Just then the traffic report comes back on.

"And now, the cellular one traffic report. Highway 32 still hasn't recovered from the pickle accident! It seams to be quite a pickle!" You groan, not only because of the radio announcer's pathetic joke, but because you're on highway 32. You wish you had gone sooner after.

8:45 AM

Finally the ride is over. You hop out of the car and wave good-bye to your dad.

"Meet me back here at 9:00 PM!" you're dad warns. You nod, and head toward the front gate.

At the front gate you see about a dozen girls lined up at the ticket booth. Many of them are wearing hanson or carrying hanson memorabilia. You notice one girl sitting near the pay phone crying. When you get closer, you realize the girl is Krista. You sit down beside her, and ask what's wrong. She explains that she left the money she had intended to go toward her ticket at home. She had tried to phone her parents, but no one had been home. You think for a second. You do have an extra $50 on top of your ticket. You could lend Krista money for a ticket, then again, you might need that money. You could offer to save Krista's seat.

To lend Krista money to buy a ticket, or save her seat?