It seemed human nature really couldn't handle the scrutiny.
Like a balloon, it popped completely with the slightest prick.
Shaking my head in resignation, I ignored her snide comments and reached into my packages to retrieve a beautifully wrapped envelope.
Inside was a ticket to the fan event.
I wasn't originally planning to attend, but Osborne insisted. He rarely got to see me.
Since he was coming to our school for work, I couldn't pass up the chance.
So, thanks to Osborne's persistence, his manager, Amy Dent, had sent me a front-row ticket.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Osborne.
"Hey, sweetheart, did you get the ticket? I made sure Amy saved the best seat for you. You've got to come!"
Looking at the ticket, I smiled and playfully replied, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll definitely be there."
Jennifer, with her ears perked up, overheard my phone call and saw the ticket in my hand. A hint of envy flashed in her eyes, and she started to speak sarcastically.
"Oh, look at you, with a sugar daddy who can get you tickets so easily. Must be nice, huh? Unlike us, even if we adore our idol, we can only love him from afar."