Me and Raman practically ran to hmv, where One Direction were doing the signing. Being much faster than me, Raman got there first. The guy stood there asked her for her name, which he then wrote on a wristband and handed it to her. Raman looked at it. Name: Raman Number: 300. When I finally caught up wth her, I saw her looking at her wristband. i glanced down at it, and sighed. She looked up at me sadly.
"I want آپ to have it. It is your birthday after all" she smiled. The guy who had handed out the wristbands must have overheard.
"These wristbands are non-transferable, look, it even has your name on it" he کہا before walking away again.
"It's fine, look, آپ see that bench over there?" I asked. Raman nodded. "I'll just sit over there until you're done"
"Are آپ sure?" I nodded. "See آپ later then"
Raman took her place in the queue, and I took mine on the bench.
300 people, takig an average of 1 منٹ each, calculated at 5 hours. That would be until 2pm. It was only 9am now. It was going to be a long day.
"I want آپ to have it. It is your birthday after all" she smiled. The guy who had handed out the wristbands must have overheard.
"These wristbands are non-transferable, look, it even has your name on it" he کہا before walking away again.
"It's fine, look, آپ see that bench over there?" I asked. Raman nodded. "I'll just sit over there until you're done"
"Are آپ sure?" I nodded. "See آپ later then"
Raman took her place in the queue, and I took mine on the bench.
300 people, takig an average of 1 منٹ each, calculated at 5 hours. That would be until 2pm. It was only 9am now. It was going to be a long day.
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