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My concert story was pretty interesting so i thought i would share it with you guys. There are two different story lines bold is the interesting one and regular is at the concert one and other stuff.
It all started out when i realized there was a concert in Fairfax, which is near where i live (dc area). i started saving up and i realized i couldnt afford two tickets and i had no one to go with. The tuesday of the concert (which was thursday the 24th) my mom said she would pay foranother ticket and i could bring anyone i wanted. So i went to my go-to directioner friend Julia on Wednesday and she said yess and started freaking out like anyone would. I told her we had seats in the way back, but that’s better than nothing. Then in gym, i was talking with my friend Delia when we were at the water fountains when Delia’s seventh grade friend (a year below us) Mary comes up and is like “omigod im so excited for the concert tomorrow!!” So immedietly i ask her what seats she got. (i know mary from drama club) She says she has VIP TICKETS so i am soo jealous but she tells me not to tell anyone because she feels bad that not everyone has that opportunity. That’s when i know she’s not making this up because she’s such a good person she would never lie. i ask her how she got them and she says her dad know someone who works there. So then she says she can get their signatures for me (i think shes feeling bad) and i start crying right in the gym locker room. Then i ask her if i can give hersomething like a letter that she can give them from me and she says yes. So that night i go home and write my letter in which i put in my twitter, number, this tumblr, my photo and just a bunch of stuff i’d always wanted to say to them. It doesn’t seem real so i am not really processing it.
The next day is the day of the concert. i come in and give mary my letter. She says she might not be able to get their signatures since so many of her friends asked for signatures so i just beg her to give them the letter and that it will take two seconds. Shesaysok and i know she will try because now she really feels bad for me. In class with delia i tell her that i gave mary a letter for her to give them. Delia says “you know they’re not going to read it, right? they get dozens of those everyday” thats when i start to realize that she’s right and they’ll probably just throw it away and i need to get back to reality. So im probably going to get nothing out of mary. whatever, i think, at least the concert will be good.
So that night i get ready and stuff and then my mom drives me and Julia to the concert and in the car we make really cool signs and stuff. When we get there, there are girls lined up at this fence which is the only thing blocking us from a grassy area and then their tour bus. So ofcourse we quickly get out and que for a bit but we dont see anything and it starts raining. Thats when the security gaurds tell us to go inside. most people do just because it starts raining and only inside do i realize the reason they probably want us inside is so that there wont be a million fans when they get out of their tourbuses. So my mom walksme and julia to the door and gives us our tickets andthey dont let usbring our signsin which is total bull and i get really mad. But what my mom tells me later is that once we went inside, she went back to the car and decides to wait there and read for a bit cause she doesnt want to do two backto back one and a half hour drives. Then after a few minutes she sees Niall going back to the tourbus. I know probably a million of you on tumblrhave seen them but i still think its really cool.
Then julia and i go inside and we sit down waayy in the back. the girl next to us is there alon so we decide to talk to her. She said her friend got floor seats and asked her to go with but her mom said no. Then the week of the concert her mom said she could go but then the best seat she could get was in the back and alone. But she said that she had seen Liam earlier when we told her about waiting outside. There were two opening acts which i didnt know of and inbetween both we were waiting for a while and the only good thing about having seats in the back but on the side is that you can see into the backstage area (a bit). Of course its all dark and you really cant see anything but shadows. Anyway i was looking there for a long time just in case i saw them getting ready or something. And i saw a flashlight and just for one split second the fash of a blazer. I started freaking out and i thought maybe harry left something there after the soundcheck or he just needed to get a water or something or maybei was just hallucinating. Anyway the concert was really fun especially at the end for the last song where we got to get really close. On the way back julia and i realized the worst thing was going to be the day after. At least it as a friday.
I dragged myself to school on friday in sweats, the only motivation being maybe there’s that .1% chance that mary got me those signatures or gave them my letter. As julia and i were walking in the next morning we saw a girl with a 1d shirt on and i asked her if she went to the concert. She told me she went with mary. I then asked her what exact seats she ended up getting (because mary was vague) she said she was on the side. Then i realized that Mary thought she had the VIP package when really she just had one of those merchandise packages. I then was glumly walking to my locker when Delia comes over to me and tells me that mary didnt get to meet them and i say i know. During lunch i see mary and i still decide to talk to her because everyone has a concert story, right? So i walk over to her and ask her about it. She says that she didnt get the seats she expected but she brought my letter. She says she left a little early because she did get to go backstage but not because of a vip ticket-simply because she went with her dads friend, so it was really unnoficial. She says she was waiting in their green room or something and right when they got offstage they went down there. They just walked by her and with all the 3 seconds she had with them, she said “hi, take this letter from my friend, she’s a huge fan!” and then she saw them as they were walking off start to open and read the letter. I didnt want to be mean but the only person whose face i rubbed it in was Delias, and shes not even a directioner at all.
Thats my concert story! (sorry if i spammed your dash)This is all true and please dont send me anon hate saying that i trying to get attention or something like that i just think its fun to learn other’s stories so if you have an interesting concert story please share it with me!All in all theconcert was great and if you have the worst seats in the very back of the venue or even if you dont ever get to go to one of their concerts Never Give Up.
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