August 7, 2014. I had waited three years for this day. To some
people, a concert might not seem like much; to me, this meant everything. Being
a fan of someone for so long and then finally getting to see them in person is
amazing. The night before the actual show I had trouble sleeping because I was
so excited. This was finally about to happen.
             I woke up early that day despite how late I had fallen asleep. My
cousin Ally wasn't supposed to arrive for a few more hours but I still got
dressed in my white shirt and black shorts, eager to start the two hour car ride
to Gillette Stadium in Boston. The wait for Ally to get to my house seemed like
years but when she finally got here, I grabbed my back and quickly walked out to
the car. My cousin and parents soon followed and we were off.
             The ride passed by surprisingly speedy with the help of the music I
had playing. When we pulled into the parking lot of Gillette Stadium, it started
raining the slightest bit. Tiny raindrops landed on the windshield of our car
and dotted the pavement. It wasn't too bad, so Ally and I hopped out of the car
saying a quick goodbye to my parents who told us to have fun, which I knew we
would. As we walked closer and closer to the stadium, I was practically skipping
with joy. Nothing could ruin my mood.
               The sky was a duller shade of blue, almost grey but not quite.
There were still a few raindrops here and there, but it was enough to deal with.
It was the perfect temperature: not too hot, not too cold. Just right. We had to
wander around a bit because the gates weren't open yet, but it was okay because
it wasn't like we were missing anything. I couldn't believe I was actually
there, waiting to be let into a One Direction concert. We raced over to the
gates when it was time and let the man scan our blue and white tickets to the
best night of our lives.
                I ran as fast as I could to my seat, practically dragging my
cousin behind me. You could feel the excitement in the air with the entire
stadium filled of teenage girls. We were all waiting for the same exact thing.
                  There was still a short amount of time we had to wait in our
seats for 5 Seconds of Summer to come on and open the show, but the time ticked
by so quickly it seemed as though we only waited five minutes. There was nothing
like seeing 5 Seconds of Summer live. They're so passionate about what they do
and it's just incredible to watch them grow as artists and people. By the end of
their ten song set list I had already started to lose my voice. It was all worth
it.
                 The sky grew darker as time passed and soon enough all the
stadium lights dimmed. I screamed at the top of my lungs as the opening video
began. Every moment for the past three years had led up to this night and I was
minutes away from seeing five of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
Goosebumps raised on my skin as the video soon came to an end and One Direction
finally came out. The very first note of the very first song rang through my
ears like the sound of a bell calling for me.
                  Fireworks of gold, green, blue, red, and pink shot up into the
air in a colorful explosion. It looked as though a picture was being painted in
the sky. The concert continued on and I made sure to take in every little
detail. What they were wearing, little things they said, the excitement of the
people around me, pictures being put up on the big screens. Everything. I wanted
to remember it all. Sure I was taking videos, but nothing could beat the real
experience and the real memory of it all. I wanted to remember this day for the
rest of my life.
                  The speeches they all gave before they began the last song
were words I'll remember forever. They thanked all of us for coming and said
they had hoped we had a good time. They told us that without us, they wouldn't
be where they are now. It meant a lot to me to hear them say that to a crowd
that I was a part of instead of hearing them say it through a computer screen.
It was amazing being in a place with 70,000 people who all love the same band as
you. They weren't just other fans to me; they were family.