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My phone vibrates, and as it does so SerenaVanDerWoodsen name pops up on the screen, a smile, wider than anticipated decorates my face as I --

--SerenaVanDerWoodsen's message. My fingers fly across the keyboard as I type out a reply. "I'm kind of already at the Palace....waiting to --

--ask you on a date, SerenaVanDerWoodsen. Thanks for stealing my shine." I laugh softly and hit send knowing you will get the humor in my reply

I rise from my seat in the lobby and make my way to the elevator to greet SerenaVanDerWoodsen, a smile stays present on my features as I wait--

--for SerenaVanDerWoodsen to step off the elevators.

I awkwardly stand there for a few minutes, waiting for SerenaVanDerWoodsen to step off the elevator. When the elevator dings and the doors --

--open a smile, wider than anticipated plays onto my features as I walk to meet SerenaVanDerWoodsen. "Hey, there." I bring a hand up to --

--rub at the back of my neck with an awkward smile. "So, tonight, you and me, SerenaVanDerWoodsen and a concert? How does that sound?"

"I think you look fine." I allow my eyes to roam over SerenaVanDerWoodsen's choice of clothing before my eyes find yours once more and I nod --

--"If you insist on changing, I guess so." I motion for SerenaVanDerWoodsen to lead the way. "I usually ask a woman on a date before she --

--sleeps over at my house...but this time I'll do it backwards, SerenaVanDerWoodsen." I snicker softly.

"Whatever helps you feel comfortable, SerenaVanDerWoodsen." Once we are in the elevator I lean against a wall. "It's a band called Lincoln --

--Hawk, I'm not sure if you've ever heard of it, SerenaVanDerWoodsen."

"Well, I sure hope so, SerenaVanDerWoodsen." I laugh softly and flash you a small smile. The elevator dings and the doors slide open as we --

--reach SerenaVanDerWoodsen's floor, I motion for you to lead the way and then I step off after you. "Go. Get ready. I'll be here."