The Craze

The first thing that comes to mind when someone asks what the best day of my life so far has been is August 29^th 2015.  This was the day I would meet my future husband and he would first notice me.  The day Harry Styles pointed and blew a kiss to me.  While this is a bit dramatic, it really did happen.

I’ve been to three One Direction concerts and each of them represent a different stage in my addiction to the band.

The first concert was in July of 2013.  My best friends surprised me the day before the concert.  I hadn’t been to a concert at the Palace of Auburn Hills before so I had no idea what to expect.  While I like One Direction and knew all the songs off the album I wasn’t obsessed yet.  The three of us enjoyed the concert and that was the start of a long addiction.  After the concert we sat starring at the blank stage trying to process what we had just experienced.  This was my first dose and it was strong enough to get me hooked.

The second concert was in July of 2015.  A friend and I decided to get floor seats.  These would be the equivalent to a Grade A stash.  I was feeding my addiction.  But when my friend moved away my mom took the ticket and it was just the two of us.  The concert was exhilarating.  I was so close to the 5 boys and it was everything I had ever dreamed of.  I smiled through the whole concert and by the end my face hurt along with my strained calf muscles. This was as good as I thought it could get, But, I was wrong.

The third concert was in August of this past summer.  One of the member had left so it was now a four man group.  I was scared that maybe it wouldn’t be the same.  I had like usually gotten ready for the concert making sure my makeup was perfect in case I meet the boys, which was a long shot.  We got to Ford Field and I was ready for the time of my life.  I was a Rollercoaster of emotions.  We got to our seats and I cried.  The lights went off and I cried.  They came out on stage and I cried.  Then after the first song I pulled myself together and enjoyed the show, but by the forth song I was crying again.  Seventh song, still crying.  Once again I wiped my tears and I was ready.  And then they left the stage. That was it…..

ENCORE ENCORE ENCORE ENCORE

They run back out and play a few more songs.  The last song I’m so excited I am jumping up and down with a smile plastered to my face.  That when Harry Styles saw me and the rest is history. 

My family makes fun of my obsession with the band and I’m sure some people think I’m crazy or immature but I’m okay with that.  I could be addicted to many worse things than One Direction.