Harry has Style

             I had never had an interest in One Direction or one of the most beloved members, Harry Styles. Girls went crazy over him and I could never tell you why. I didn’t hate him, but I simply never saw the craze of his music. I thought his style was tacky and his songs hard to follow.

             However today was the day I found myself in Madison Square Garden in the middle of New York City watching Harry Styles. We had been sitting in our front row seats for at least two hours before the show started. Madison Square Garden was huge, but much smaller than I had imagined. The small stage was set in the middle and the stands in rows revolving all around. Every seat could see a perfect picture of Harry. The stage was lit up in beautiful yellows, fierce reds, and glowing blues to match the album color. The fog machines left a beautiful shimmer over the crowd. Thousands of girls accompanied their moms wearing the brightest colors they could find. Every girl had a big boa scarf draped across their shoulders leaving tracks of multicolored feathers behind.

             The anticipation was building as fans waited for the big night to begin. I however, had only come on this trip for the New York trip, and not for Harry, but right now even I felt excited. I had studied song after song to be ready for this moment. But when the tip of his head was seen, and he walked up on stage the crowd went wild and the beat of the music started playing up. I even found myself standing and cheering with my best friend. It felt magical seeing him as a real person less than a few feet away from us. It was almost hard to believe he was real with the glittery fog and hands flying all over the place. It was a whole new experience hearing the boom of the music in person and his real voice. In one moment, I understood why so many girls connected with his music. It was such a casual tone, but the lyrics meant so much more. Everyone there connected to the music in their own way including myself.

             The whole two hours of the concert had felt like one minute. I had dried tears on my cheeks ruining my makeup. We had laughed, cried, and celebrated each song as they related to our troubles in our lives. The songs were reliving to sing out loud with my best friend and to this day is my favorite concert I’ve ever attended even though I was never a fan