-Skylar-

I guess I was psyched to see One Direction. I had never been a huge fangirl of anything. Normally, the thought of thousands of pre-pubescent teens screaming their wet panties off would not be exactly up my alley, but I wasn't going to a concert.

This week, my parents were in town. It was the week that contained the two days that my little sister had won a radio contest to go see her favorite band perform in New York, and go backstage and everything. Since my parents couldn't go and I was over 18, I was the assigned guardian.

I really tried to pack cute stuff. I mean, I didn't want to look like I didn't care in front of One Direction, even if I didn't really care. But maybe I did. There were two me's inside my head: one was so excited she was about to pee herself over how hot the guys were with their bad boy tattoos and charming smiles, and the other was telling the first to shut the hell up.

My sister was taking her friend who I absolutley could not stand, but that was alright. It was only for two nights anyways and then we would be back to LA where it was warm. I had exactly zero hoodies to protect me from the harsh New York City Autumn weather.

We left tomorrow.