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Hard work pays off

I was determined I was going to meet Corbin Bleu one day; I just didn't know how I was going to get it done.

But it finally came to me when my friend (Tyona is her name) and I got second-row tickets to Corbin's concert (at MontanaFair).

About a month before the concert, I made a decision that would make 2008 the best year ever: I was going to make Corbin a scrapbook and attempt to throw it up on stage during the concert.

I had never been to a concert before, so I had no idea how far I'd have to throw this scrapbook or anything like that. I wasn't even sure I would have the guts to go through with it. But I made the scrapbook anyway.

I included pictures of myself, my life and my beloved chickens in this book. I just wanted Corbin to get to know me better.

I finished the scrapbook just before the day of the concert. Then I told Tyona the plan. I was going to give it to him the first chance I got. If, for some reason, I didn't get it to Corbin, I would just send it to him in the mail.

It seemed like a foolproof plan.

Throughout the actual concert, Tyona and I got so busy with trying to get Corbin to wave at us that I soon forgot about my hard work sitting there at my feet.

Even though Corbin did wave at us multiple times, I felt panicked when I realized that the scrapbook wasn't yet on that stage where it belonged.

It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I heaved that scrapbook up there like a cumbersome Frisbee. It landed with a thunderous clap on the stage, right in front of the drum set. The desire to meet Corbin Bleu and the adrenaline that was rushing through me all gave my arm enough strength to chuck it that far.

I was shocked when one of Corbin's dancers picked it up off the stage floor and ran backstage with it.

After that, the whole concert was a blur.

But my adventures weren't over. Since the MontanaFair was on, my friend and I went on a few rides. We were next in line to go on the bumper cars, when my mother rushed over to us and dragged us to a growing crowd of people.

Somehow I knew it was Corbin in the middle of that crowd.

Our mothers pushed us through the fans to Corbin. The next thing I know, Tyona's arm and mine were around him, and we were posing for a picture right there, in the middle of the fair.

I turned to Corbin, and said, "Did you get my scrapbook?"

"Oh! That was you!" he realized.

"Ya! Did you read it?" I wanted to make sure that my hard work had paid off.

"Yes, I liked the roosters."

And then we both laughed as the giant crowd dissolved us away. But I didn't mind.

- Jessica Brophy