Backdoor Passes
As They Say...
Lights flickered, flares and hearts sparked, temptation and all its enduring qualities seeped into our minds and longings quaked as the crowd began to overflow with emotion, heat, exhaustion and the promise of something more. I wished the night could go forever, that moment in time would have satisfied me for an eternity. We heaved and sighed as the boys gave their goodbyes, it felt like they were speaking directly to us. We cried, waved and tried to come to peace that we might never be this close to them again.
As the arena began to empty we were left wondering what could possibly come next. We idly made our way to the exit but discussed our favourite moments in hurried tones. "Zayn made eye contact with me, i'm sure of it", my sister claimed. "Niall was definitely motioning to me throughout the whole set, that's fact", i would interject. Our excitement had been met, and I guess thats all we could ask for from the night.
Leaving the venue we passed crowds of girls waiting for autographs, we decided that one last glance would have to do. Our mum wasn't waiting up for us, so we could take our time. We made our way deep into the crowd and were motioned to by security to come closer to the front. "Ladies, welcome. Congratulations on the win! Come in. The boys are in their dressing room waiting to meet you." Our mouths dropped. This wasn't happening. We looked down at our passes.. All access, VIP, backstage. Everything.
