
My friend and I leaned against the locked entry doors, admiring the crazy creative tee-shirts. Almost every girl there was where one that she had personally designed for herself. All included super gorgeous pictures, dreamy song lyrics, and catchy or humorous sayings meant to catch the guys’ attention. These included: “Joe, feel free to fall on me anytime!”, “Nick, marry me. Kay thanks!”, and my personal favorite “The Jonas Brothers are as tight as their pants!”. We even ran into some girls who made custom ‘Jonas Academy‘ school girl uniforms, complete with the plaid skirt and blazer with the JB logo on it. Insanity.
Since the show didn’t start for another two hours we decided that we should get friendly with security. I think that’s one of the best moves you can make when you attend a concert. Connections are connections are connections. I’ve found that staff and security are usually both warm and responsive. They quite enjoy chatting and are stocked full of amusing stories about previous concerts they’ve worked. It’s a fun way to kill time before the show, plus you never know what types of favors a smile and friendly conversation can lead to. In my experience, having buddies in security has resulted in getting up close and personal with the band–every groupie’s dream come true.
We chilled and chatted with our new security friend until the crowd by the entrance died down. By that time we just had to get inside. We linked hands and tore into the building, speeding through security and then gushing over our fabulous seats. When the lights finally dimmed my heart was racing a million miles a minute.
The opening act was okay, but you could tell that the crowd really just wanted to speed through to the main event.
At 8:02 the lights cut off and the arena went pitch black. The volume was unbelievable. The screaming was so intense I could feel my eardrums vibrating. You could taste the excitement. My hands were shaking at this point, and I was so excited I thought I might split open at the seams. Then there two flames shot up out of the stage and the bass started. I could feel it in my chest, pulsing through my body. The arena roared with anticipation. Suddenly a platform rose out of the stage holding the three most gorgeous teenage boys I’ve ever seen. The music started and the concert began.
It was an intensely amazing night, involving beautiful boy voices, best friends, and a lot of dancing.You could feel the fans’ energy empowering the band, making their preformance even more exhilarating.When it was over, my lungs felt like they were going to burst into flames and my throat ached from all the screaming but it didn’t matter. I was just happy to be a part of the magic. It was fantastic. I wish I could just rewind and relive it over and over again.
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