Three of a kind
The Concert
Sam's POV:
All the way back to our dorm, I was wondering who One Direction was. The name felt familiar, but I wasn't into that kind of music so I didn't know any of their songs. Deciding just to wait to find out at the concert, I slipped into the shower to get ready.
When I got out, I saw Piper and Mac scrambling around the room trying to find something to wear. Me, I was slightly more relaxed, slipping on a bath robe and beginning to cup my hair into nice blonde waves.
Next, I applied my makeup, dotting my fingers around my face to perfect it. After giving my teeth a good brush, I picked out long black leggings and a tunic to wear. I added a nice headband with a colorful flower attached.
I took a deep breath. "Ready guys?" I smiled, not wanting to know I had no idea who One Direction was.
They nodded happily, and together, we walked out of the room and down the hall, out of the building. Looking around, I saw many lights radiating from the 'Hall' - a place with a stage and many concerts - and decided that the concert must be there.
I let out a fake laugh, pretending I was excited to see them. Under no circumstances could they find out I was a loser, too wrapped up in her own little world to pay attention to celebrities other than the Beatles, which of course, had no new news because they were dead.
We made our way through the front yard to the Hall. Once we handed our tickets to the usher, and stepped inside the building, I could finally realize how popular One Direction were. When I say there were girls everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. Crowded along the walls, pushing themselves up near the stage, lets just say it was pack.
Mumbling "Excuse me" to about 30 different people, we made it up really close to the stage. Pretty soon, the lights were turned down, and I saw a face pop out from behind th curtains.
Then the music started, and 5 guys slowly walked out onto the stage. The one in the striped button down caught my attention. He was beautiful, in a manly sort of way.
Everyone all started screaming with happiness, and I joined in, trying to look natural. I could hear people screaming, "Louis! Niall! Harry! Liam! Zayn!" It was all too loud for me, but I decided to stay so I would fit in.
I decided I liked the song they were singing. "I love this song!" Piper screamed.
In a casual tone, I asked, "Which one is this again?"
"One thing!" She screamed happily. I smiled, happy to see her happy.
Once again, I looked up. The boy in the striped shirt was staring at me. He must've lost his focus or something, because he flung his arms out to add a dramatic effect, and he accidentally let go of the microphone. His mouth opened wide in astonishment.
The last thing I saw was the mic flying toward me.
Then the world went black.
All the way back to our dorm, I was wondering who One Direction was. The name felt familiar, but I wasn't into that kind of music so I didn't know any of their songs. Deciding just to wait to find out at the concert, I slipped into the shower to get ready.
When I got out, I saw Piper and Mac scrambling around the room trying to find something to wear. Me, I was slightly more relaxed, slipping on a bath robe and beginning to cup my hair into nice blonde waves.
Next, I applied my makeup, dotting my fingers around my face to perfect it. After giving my teeth a good brush, I picked out long black leggings and a tunic to wear. I added a nice headband with a colorful flower attached.
I took a deep breath. "Ready guys?" I smiled, not wanting to know I had no idea who One Direction was.
They nodded happily, and together, we walked out of the room and down the hall, out of the building. Looking around, I saw many lights radiating from the 'Hall' - a place with a stage and many concerts - and decided that the concert must be there.
I let out a fake laugh, pretending I was excited to see them. Under no circumstances could they find out I was a loser, too wrapped up in her own little world to pay attention to celebrities other than the Beatles, which of course, had no new news because they were dead.
We made our way through the front yard to the Hall. Once we handed our tickets to the usher, and stepped inside the building, I could finally realize how popular One Direction were. When I say there were girls everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. Crowded along the walls, pushing themselves up near the stage, lets just say it was pack.
Mumbling "Excuse me" to about 30 different people, we made it up really close to the stage. Pretty soon, the lights were turned down, and I saw a face pop out from behind th curtains.
Then the music started, and 5 guys slowly walked out onto the stage. The one in the striped button down caught my attention. He was beautiful, in a manly sort of way.
Everyone all started screaming with happiness, and I joined in, trying to look natural. I could hear people screaming, "Louis! Niall! Harry! Liam! Zayn!" It was all too loud for me, but I decided to stay so I would fit in.
I decided I liked the song they were singing. "I love this song!" Piper screamed.
In a casual tone, I asked, "Which one is this again?"
"One thing!" She screamed happily. I smiled, happy to see her happy.
Once again, I looked up. The boy in the striped shirt was staring at me. He must've lost his focus or something, because he flung his arms out to add a dramatic effect, and he accidentally let go of the microphone. His mouth opened wide in astonishment.
The last thing I saw was the mic flying toward me.
Then the world went black.
Notes
Dun dun dun!Please Suscribe so you can see when it's updated! :)
--Gabby xx
11/25/13