I couldn't believe it.
It was finally happening.
After three long years, the moment that myself and millions of other ARMY's had been waiting for had finally arrived: BTS was finally back together as 7.
And somehow I had been blessed by the Bangtan gods to have gotten a VIP soundcheck ticket.
I still couldn't believe I was so lucky to have snagged such a great ticket when they went on sale but I wasn't going to question it. When H*be and B*gH*t announced their comeback tour, I knew I had to do whatever I could to go. I didn't care where I was sitting, I just wanted to be part of that crowd when they took the stage again.
As I was waiting in the queue for my chance to buy a ticket, something in my mind told me to try for the best seat I could get. I knew it was a long shot but the little voice in my head told me to give it a try. So I did. I went through all the steps, chose the seat I wanted, went through the motions to pay for it, and expected something to go wrong as my purchase was finalizing. It's not like it hadn't happened to fans of all different genres before.
But then, to my immense surprise, everything went smoothly and when I got the coveted "You Got 'Em" screen on my computer, I instantly felt tears welling up in my eyes. I had loved and supported these men for so long, supported them while they served in the military, and now that they were whole again I was going to witness one of the first times they stepped on stage together again.
To say I was excited was the biggest understatement of the century.
As I left my hotel room after getting ready for the concert, I felt butterflies rampantly fluttering in my stomach. The ride down in the elevator to the lobby, waiting for my Uber to come to pick me up, the whole ride to the venue...I was a bundle of nerves. I was feeling every different kind of emotion I could possibly feel as we pulled up outside the stadium-nervousness, excitement, anticipation, happiness. Of everything I was feeling, the emotion winning out was pure joy.
I stepped out of the car and quickly followed the instructions sent to me on how to check in and receive my VIP pass and wristband. Once I was all checked in and had my lanyard around my neck, I got in line to purchase some merchandise to remember the day (as if I'd forget it). After waiting in line and purchasing the things I wanted, I got into the VIP line and waited to be let in for soundcheck.
I spent the time chatting with other ARMYs, learning where they were from and who their biases were. I had three biases all for different reasons; Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook. They were all my ult biases, but Jungkook seemed to be the one who held my heart just a bit stronger than the others. However, despite my love for them, I was OT7 always and that wasn't ever going to change.
Finally, after what felt like the longest wait ever, security opened the doors and began letting us inside. I quickly found my seat and as soon as I sat down and stared up at the stage, I felt all my nerves go away and I suddenly felt like I was home. Like I was meant to be in that moment, right in that spot...like something amazing was going to happen to me.
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The music started.
The guys were coming out soon for soundcheck. They were about to be mere feet from me.
Oh my god, I couldn't breathe...I was going to see BTS in the flesh, right in front of my eyes.
This was really happening.
The air was thick with excitement as one by one, each member of BTS walked out onto the stage. As they began to walk down the catwalk toward the crowd, I felt my heart start to beat faster. All seven members had the biggest smiles on their faces as they closed the distance between themselves and ARMY. Seeing that they were just as happy to see us as we were to see them made me melt and fall for their charms all over again.
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