Backdoor Passes
The anticipation
My family had been going through a particularly fortunate streak when the tickets my mother had applied for in a contest finally arrived. Me and my sister eagerly awaited the night, we would sit up late and dream about what the boys would be like. Was Harry as handsome as his pictures? Was Nile as sweet as he seemed on television? Was Zayn the bad boy he was made out to be? These questions fluttered in our minds for months. Finally the big night arrived, and we were wet with anticipation.
As our mother took our hands and led us to the arena we were marvelled at the sounds and sights before us. The stadium was huge, bigger than anything we'd ever seen up to that point. The cool breeze blew against my bare legs as I pulled my down my denim shorts against the autumn cold. The orange leaves thrived against my hair and complemented my rep lipstick perfectly. My sister and I clutched my mothers hands as we walked up to the ticket counter, there had been some mistake there were two tickets not three. My mother embraced us both, her little Princesses and agreed to wait at our hotel nearby as my sister and I made our way, the lights of the impending concert glistened in our eyes as we made our way to the stage.
We stood awaiting for the concert to begin.
