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Warning: if you don't like femmeslash, this isn't for you. Go away, and leave no flames on your way out. Constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is said nicely and respectfully. With all that being said, enjoy and please review! It makes me happy. Happy writer enthusiastic writer updates quicker.

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Krysten and Hannah squealed in excitement as the house lights went down in the coliseum. The entire crowd was humming in a frenzy of anticipation. The young girls were so close to the stage that they could hear the roadies shouting back and forth to one another, setting up equipment for the show. Hannah’s little sister, Toni, was clenching both girls’ hands for dear life.

"Tone, it’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid of the dark when we’re here," Hannah explained. "We won’t let anything get you."

Toni simply nodded and buried her face in Hannah’s jacket.

"Do you want to sit between Mom and Dad?" the older sister asked as quietly as she could while still being heard. Toni shook her head no.

Suddenly spotlights on the stage came up.

"See?" Krysten reassured the younger girl. "It’s not scary. Look, the band’s coming out!"

The crowd roared as the Red Hot Chili Peppers came out onto the stage to start the show.

Each girl had a favorite band member. Krysten was obsessed with Flea, mostly because of his weird but awesome name. Hannah thought the drummer was "the cuh-YOOT-est guy in the whole universe!" Even Toni liked the lead singer; of course, it was because his long hair reminded her of her favorite Barbie doll, but she was only seven, after all.

"Seven-year-olds can’t be expected to understand men in bands," Hannah had informed her seriously on the way to the concert.

"But you guys are only nine..." Toni protested.

"Exactly." The older sister sat up a little straighter. "Once you’re nine, you pretty much know everything."