She reached for the back of the nearest chair to steady herself. Just then, she felt a hand on her arm. "Are you alright?" A voice next to her sounded...like it was coming from a faraway place. Her vision blurred. The room around her was fading away. She felt the hands guiding her to the chair she was grasping, and slowly being lowered into it. A figure came into view and crouched before her. "Are you ok now? Can I get you anything?" the soothing voice said. She looked into the brownest eyes. There were lots of black tights in the winter and when girls on the basketball or volleyball team dressed up on game days, often one or two would come with legs clad in sheer tan or nude hose, my favorite. Sylvie was one of the girls I saw quite a lot. An eighth grader, she was a lieutenant on the dance team. She had asthma and was forgetful, so every few weeks she was in my office using her back-up inhaler. She also genuinely seemed to have a real rough time of it every month and would often. High altitude desert country. The road was not well-traveled. In the hot afternoon quiet the only sound I heard was the buzzing of a few tiny wild bees, going about their business of pollinating the few desert flowers growing by the road.I knew the road would lead to civilization eventually so I started walking. Most people drive through the desert as quickly as possible and don't realize the amazing amount of stuff that gets tossed out of passing cars. Along with cigarette butts and food and. You sit in the first row and all throughout the concert it seems that she is staring straight at you. After what seems like an eternity it is time to go backstage. A representitive from MTV meets you when you get there. "Hi, Britney saw you in the front row and requested that instead of meeting her out here with everyone else that you go back to her trailer." He says. This is your biggest fantasy. Maybe you’ll get further than you previously thought. You get led into a big room towards the back.