The next evening

I painted my lips, while watching the time. I looked great, and I felt great for the first time in ages.

Ciara came bang on six o clock and I ran downstairs, skipping the last few steps. Ciara brought her little yellow motor and we got inside it.

"Are you excited?" She asked, hopeful of a happy reply.

"Excited? I'm absolutely ecstatic that I get to see him again, before he goes." I say, Ciara grins to me.

"This is the last tour?" She reminds me, which makes me nearly cry with joy. She starts to drive and we sing his songs. It was such a great journey, although it took half an hour it was still a great memory nevertheless.

"WE ARE HERE!" Ciara screams in joy, giving me a fright then a fit of laughter. We get into the short line.

"VIP members come in this line." We hear, and we get into that line and we are allowed in. "You go backstage for now and Michael here will show you ladies around."

"Will we get to see Bowie?" Ciara asked, he nodded. "Once the sound check has been done." We get shown round the backstage, so much equipment.

We've still got half an hour so, I might see him. "Well here is David's room, if he's in there you'll get to see him." As the door opened once a knock was prevailed.