"My hair is going to be just like hers," she squealed with delight.
"Greedy will slay, it's an anthem," I interjected. We'd been talking over each other all evening, eager, our conversations, that night, were like a bad game of tennis, fast paced and refusing to take turns.
"I still don't know how we are not the support act," she smirked.
I shot her a withering look.
And then we both erupted into laughter. Adrenaline coursing through our veins. Vibrating with excitement.
We were beaming.
Everyone was beaming.
Over fourteen thousand hearts, outside Dublin's 3Arena, were swelling with glee.
