'Come on Zoe, hurry or we will miss the start of the show,' my best friend Sarah warned me as we raced into the large theatre hall.

'Alright, I am coming!' I called from behind her feeling a little out of breath having run practically all the way from our hotel room. I had to bite my tongue from making a sarcastic remark that it might not be such a bad thing to miss the show. But I was glad in the end that I hadn't been so flippant as we clumsily took our seats right at the front of the packed theatre. I could see with my own eyes even in the dim lighting how excited Sarah was to be here and on time. If you can believe this Sarah had waited a good six months to see the show, the one thing she had explicitly requested to do when we had booked our girls holiday to Vegas to celebrate the year we both turned twenty one and could live more independently.