-Tomorrow, here I come

I am counting the hours. Anticipating the moment when I go to the studio to watch my lovelies perform. Only one song, but it's all I need. Today I'm doing my hair, yes very girly, but what do you expect. Anything can happen. What if I actually get to see them, take pictures, hug them? I need to look the part. I don't guarantee any pictures, because they may not allow me to, but I will keep you posted. If they allow me I'll say what they sang, how I felt, and what happened. Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps. When I get home I'll lay out my outfit and get mentally prepared. Maybe even read up on some facts. I can't wait. Also, Piero posted a picture in Lincoln Road. How I wish I could have be there last night. I can't even :)