Backdoor Passes
The Concert Begins
My sister and I darted from the entrance to the nearest entry point, we squeezed past hordes of crying and screaming girls to get as close to the front as we possibly could. Security was having a hard time keeping these crazed fans at bay, and she seemed to have taken a liking to us, "thank you for being so understanding and polite girls. Let me see your passes." We waved our passes in front of her and her eyes glowed in realisation. "Oh, Congratulations! Just this way ladies. The boys are just about to start." We were led into a fast filling arena. We bobbed and weaved our way as close to the front as we could. We held each other tight and began singing the boys songs into the air. Tonight was going to change our lives.
It felt like seconds were becoming hours. Had they forgotten about us? Where could they be? Didn't they know how important they were to us? Our anxiety was just about to hit its peak as the lights slowly dimmed. The crowd leaned forward and a wall of wailing girls shoved and swirled against the stage. Nobody was prepared for the faces that began to breathe angelic words into our ears, a lone guitar strummed and the drums and vocals came in. These boys knew what made us beautiful. Never had we felt like this, the crowd was lifted into euphoria and expectations were eclipsed. From here we could only go up.
