There it was a miniature version of the famous Roseland Ballroom in New York City. I shoved a twenty through a small window and we were off to the rac...es.A kick ass sound system was cranking out a Waltz. I just grabbed Julie and off we went.After a while,"hey I need a break and something to drink. But you were right this is fun." OK, come along to the juice bar. I'll introduce you to my friends." Hey Walt, how's going. Please meet my friend Ms Julie. Where is your lovely bride?" Hey boss,. Yeah.Short messy blonde hair, with blue eyes. Everyone seems to be convinced that my hair color is fake though, with the explanation being something like, "It's too bright and shiny to be real!" Whatever that means. I suppose I should be taking that as a compliment, if only so many people would stop saying the same exact thing with such disbelief in their tone.I guess you aren't really here for me though. Let me get back on topic."I AM GOING TO DIE." I squealed to myself in a nervous breakdown,. ‘Kris, this is Raven. She’s a huge fan, and she wanted a word with you. She won’t leave until you see her.’ The stagehand, Tyler, seemed a bit frustrated. ‘Okay, Raven, we can talk in here,’ Kristin gestured into her room. Raven walked in, and Tyler leaned in close to Kristin. ‘If she’s not out in ten minutes, I’m calling security.’ ‘Tyler, she’s tiny! What could she do?’ With that, Kristin walked into her room and shut the door. ‘Raven, that’s such a pretty name. What can I help you with?’ ‘I. " Okay," I said, going with her opinion. She helped me undress, and when she got my shirt off her hand lingered on my chest, and she began to rub it up and down just a little. I don't think she even knew what she was doing, but I knew one thing... I liked it. Again my conscience yelled at me, but this time, I had a rebuttal, 'It's her that's making a move, not you.' and I couldn't argue with myself.After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few seconds, Mom once again shook her.