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[[no sweat. By the way, sorry this took so long! My mother has started locking me out of the computer, so I might disappear for days at a time until she forgets to lock the com again. TT__TT Oh, and sorry, this reply will be a bit short!! Dx]]

Tobi was, honestly, feeling a bit queezy. Between the excitement that came with the ticket, which was nauseating within itself, to the race down here on Chase's shoulder, and then the strange (yet somehow exuberant) feeling of crowd-surfing up to meet his idol. He was already covered in sweat, as it were, and he was sure he looked like a seasick foal. Still, Tobi couldn't help but laugh hoarsely as Tristan made the comments on his crowd-surfing skills, and referring to his number as the 'golden ticket.' That was pretty much exactly how he felt about it, too. Like that kid in 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory', who never dreamed he could have gotten to where he did.

There, looking up at Tristan, he was a bit surprised. He'd never seen him this close. Away from the glitzed posters with their airbrushed effects, Trix looked remarkably... human. There were lots of imperfections here and there. Plus... hey, Tobi didn't know that he wore glasses. He blinked at the idol, almost wondering if they were props or something. But no, they were real. It had an odd effect. Tobi was a bit surprised with his own reaction. As it turned out, he liked that Tristan seemed more human. If he'd been perfect up close, then... what would that have meant for him? Even as Tobi pondered this, Tristan spoke again, introducing himself. If he'd had more of a voice left, Tobi would have laughed out loud. As if he didn't know who Tristan Hilles was! Grinning weakly, he reached out and eagerly took his hand. It felt very warm around his (was he cold from the sweat, he wondered?) but he wasn't too concerned about that.
"Er, To-" on the next syllable his voice went into a raspy squeak. His throat felt like sandpaper. As if being just plain nervous wasn't enough, he'd worn his voice hoarse during the concert! Flushing with embarrassment, he tried again "*hack* T-Tobi! Tobi Little." Every word sounded scratchy and was a bit difficult to squeeze out, but he'd managed it. He wished he could speak normally. There were so many things he wanted to say and ask!

He was snapped back from his daydreaming when Tristan spoke again. Tobi was still trying to wrap his brain around the idea that HE had the winning ticket. That he got to hang out with Tristan 'Trix' Hilles! He felt like doing that fangirlish 'squeak' thing. But that would have ben just plain embarrassing. He nodded at Tristan and looked back over his shoulder. How could he call his friends from way back there with his voice the way it was? Then he remembered what they'd agreed on if they got lost at the concert. Turning away from Trix, he pursed his lips and whistled. Tobi could whistle something fierce. It was a piercing, loud shrill, that even Chase, Lance, and Robbie could hear from way in the back of the line.It probably took about three minutes, but eventually his three friends made it up to the front, whereupon Chase hugged him in a death grip.