Last October I mentioned to my brother Zane that if I had a daughter who was a teen, who adored her cousins as sisters, and who LOVED One Direction as they do … Well I said as a cheerleader, "How often does a boy band come along the rocks the teen world for five straight years and during the same time you have a teen-aged daughter and nieces? You should buy tickets and be the Hero Dad/Uncle."
And he did.
He bought enough tickets for all the nieces plus me! In the end our niece Marie had already a ticket so she went with a friend. Chelsea could not come, as she is coming in October for my mother's birthday. So my brother Zane gave the extra ticket to our brother Mat (with one T).
We left for the concert around noon, drove three and a half hours to One Direction's Concert the music blasting in the car. My nieces had barely slept the night before, the excitement was so great. I woke up three times as I had dreams I misplaced the tickets.
Overheard:
"I have waited for this my whole life."
"What will I have to look forward tomorrow?"
"I have butterflies in my stomach."
"This is the best day ever."
"I am one in a million fans, and yet I feel special."
What I saw:
Forty-nine thousand girls with beautifully coiffed long hair, smiles a thousand miles long, giddiness galore and maybe one thousand guys, their bathroom line was non-exist.
The band was easy going, likeable, young, delightful and aware of their fans and gratefully humble.
I admired them.
I was in a love feast, a wave of unbelievable energy.
At the end as we walked back to the car and listened to One Direction's music until the girls were fast asleep, my brother Zane said, "I would go again." Now that is music to the heart.
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