Plot Twist

Prologue

"Hello Manila! We're One Direction and we've got some great news for you."

What

"We're coming to Manila on March 21st and 22nd 2015"

Is this real

"Hope to see you there! We'll see you then!"

Did that- is that-

"Mom?? Mom! MOM!!!!"

"What?! Dianne? Are you okay? What's happening?!" My mom yelled frantically as she entered my room.

"Look, mom!" I said, shaking with excitement, anxiousness and disbelief as I pressed the replay button.

"Dianne, you can go of course. You just have to save up but.. Really? That boy band again? Those boys again? Get a grip on yourself sweetheart, that's months from now! And plus, stop crying. Even if you go, its not like they're gonna notice you. Harsh but true, dear." Mommy said as she stroked my hair and I stopped crying.

Um, ouch? That kind of hurt. How is she so sure that the boys are never gonna notice me?

"Mom please, they're gonna notice me. I can feel it. And, you're right. Its months from now. My only problem is saving up because my money right now is as much as Niall's tattoos." I said, realizing that mom's right.

Mom gave me a confused look at my Niall comment but shrugged it off. She then smiled at me a bit before heading back downstairs.

I closed my eyes and sighed. Why am I so calm about this? I scroll on twitter, seeing that my whole timeline is on caps lock. I check more tweets with tears now brimming my eyes.

Everything suddenly hits me. I suddenly felt so overwhelmed. Finally, after 5 years of waiting! I'll finally see my sunshines. The reason I'm happy. My source of positivity.

I smile at some of the tweets by some filos before that smile turned into a confused, sad and hurt frown.

"Ticket selling will be on May 23" I whispered the tweet to myself. That early?! That's days from now! The concert is next year, for goodness sake!

"Ticket prices are.. 2k...5k...7k...14k...18k..." My eyes widen as I read all the prices to myself. That much? THAT MUCH? ARE THEY SERIOUS?! I-

"MAMAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" I cry out loud. Again. My mom comes barging into my room with that annoyed look on her face .

"What is it?!" She asks, obviously not thrilled at the fact that I yelled for her.

"Mom.. The selling is o-on May 23. That's too early.. Do you think you could spare me-"

"Oh no dear.." Mom cut me off before I could even finish.

"We have lots of bills to pay this month baby.. And we also have to pay all the people we borrowed money from for your enrollment, remember?" She said as she looked at me sympathetically.

"Mom please, what are you trying to say..." I pleaded, full on crying now.

Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it please, don't say it-

"I'm afraid we can't buy you tickets dear... You won't be able to see them live..."

And that's when my world went crashing down.