Post by Rosie Munter on Feb 3, 2007 18:50:39 GMT -5
*at the concert!*
Rosie walked in. She tried to hide from the paparazzi, but they found her. Instead of making a fool of herself, Rosie walked gracefully by and waved to her fans. After she was out of their sight, she took of her heels and ran to the dressing room. She saw her outfit on the sofa and a boquet of roses. There was a card. It was in Brazilian, but this is what it said,
To Rosie,
I adore you, and you are my love. I hope you like me too. Although I feel you don't think I exist.
With Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Rosie sighed. She wished she knew who it was. She only wished.
Rosie walked in. She tried to hide from the paparazzi, but they found her. Instead of making a fool of herself, Rosie walked gracefully by and waved to her fans. After she was out of their sight, she took of her heels and ran to the dressing room. She saw her outfit on the sofa and a boquet of roses. There was a card. It was in Brazilian, but this is what it said,
To Rosie,
I adore you, and you are my love. I hope you like me too. Although I feel you don't think I exist.
With Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Rosie sighed. She wished she knew who it was. She only wished.
