One Direction, Chapter 2, Concert Day, Part 4

Chapter 2

Concert Day

I pick up my phone and read the caller ID, oh goody two-shoes me! It’s June! I pick the phone only to get my eardrums destroyed early.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! YYYYYAAAAAAAAAA!”

“Thank you for shattering my eardrums, I’m guessing you’re excited for the concert?”

“Of course I am! Man this so exciting!! What are you going to wear?”

“Well I’m probably going to dress in my warm jeans and where my snow boots, with a jacket.”

“What! You can’t! You have to dress nicely; you are going to meet One Direction!! Wear a dress!”

“It’s December, we are in Chicago. I will freeze to death! I am not wearing a dress. But if you want me to look nice I will put on my fancy sweater and scarf, you should too.”

“Ok, I will. EEEEEEEEE!! I’m so excited!”

I hung up the phone laughing. I opened my closet and put on a purple short sleeve shirt, then a small jacket, then a thicker jacket, then my scarf I made in knitting class two years ago. I heated some hot chocolate and watched the news until June got here. About a half-hour later a car pulled up, that’s June! “Grandma, I’m going to the concert.” I said Grandma leaned over the rail waving.”Have fun and be safe!” she said. Isn’t she the best? I left the house and got in the car. June had her cute hat with the big puff on the top and the flaps that covered her ears. She was smiling; it kind of looked forced and scared at the same time. “You ok?” I ask “Mhm teesh arsh shuch!” she said while smiling. Huh? “Her teeth are stuck” June’s mother translated “Don’t worry it’ll go back in a couple of minutes”  

At the Concert

June’s mom pulled up in front of the building holding the concert, what’s it called? Marian Arena? Julian Arena? I look at the sign, oh that’s right ‘Dave Jones Arena’ the man who founded this town. Even though were an hour early it was already busy with One Direction fans fighting over who’s going to marry who. Which is fine, I like a little drama in life. I look at June, her face is pale. Uh oh; too many fans in one place, too many people to fight over her precious Zayn.

I push June through the crowd of insane girls and find an empty park bench. June is still pale, I snap in between her eyes and she jumps into reality. The color in here cheeks are back again. “Thanks.” She says, kind of embarrassed. I look through my bag, and try to find my gloves. After a couple of minutes shoveling through the junk I throw in it I pull out my leather gloves. Every time I put them on I’m reminded of the day I bought them. At Wal-Mart on the clearance racks. I still remember fighting them over with a soccer mom, then I pretended that her daughter ran to the candy isle. She was so gullible! I continue thinking how I tricked that woman at Wal-Mart when I realized I’m being poked by June in the face.

“Yes?” I asked, very annoyed. “Time to go inside.” June points at the open door and security guards looking mean and tough. I love it when my mind drifts off. We get up and turn our tickets in; the guy at the ticket booth gave us two passes, backstage passes. June jumps up and down like every fan girl in the place. I look calmly at the pass etching every detail in my brain. “My seat number is…” I look at the card “145?”

We walk down isles after isles until we get to the 140s; I sit down in my seat and June sits next to me. She bounces up and down like she’s 5 years old. I don’t blame her; this is exciting, One Direction concert with backstage passes! Every One Directioner’s dream.