Soul Nate

*a note

Heheh, I love the name of this story :D just sayin’

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“HE DIED, HE DIED, HE DIED! ME, I’M GONNA LIVE FOREVER!”

Ever feel like screaming isn’t enough? Yeah. Me, right now.
Screaming wasn’t enough to show the world on how utterly excited I was about seeing Fun live. In concert. As in, they'd be within touching distance. Physically there.

Physically. Hmm, I wouldn't mind getting physical with one of them.

Anyways, the point was that I was excited.
I settled for crying, laughing and screaming Walking The Dog at the same time. Closer to expressing my emotions,  but not quite.

You see, Fun are my idols. I love them so much and I always giggle when I listen to their music, it just makes me so happy, you know? I was thrilled I was  going to see them in concert. Thrilled. I'd been hoping to see them for years, but with classes and money,  it was hard to make the time and buy the tickets. Tonight was the first date that had worked for me, and I felt it my personal responsibility to make damn sure it was worth my time (and the seventy bucks I'd dropped on a ticket. Worth it).

The concert was tonight, and I had been smiling all day, to the point where my face hurt. My professors had looked at me strangely all day, one even commenting on it.  I guess I didn't usually look so cheerful, but there was a reason for that.

Of course, being distracted all day had made me trip on to exactly three people, only one of which had reacted kindly. I understood - New York wasn't a kind place, and I was pretty damn clumsy. Still, though, it wasn't like I'd meant to.

I skipped over to my closet, a smile still glued to my face and selected jeans, a Fun shirt and my own Fun Converse I'd made myself. A bit creepy, maybe, but necessary. Support, am I right?

I was going to the concert alone, since none of my friends like Fun. Not that I had many friends - like I said, New York wasn't a kind place.

I hummed, gave up on that and started singing instead.

“NA, NA, NA, NA NA NA! I WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”

I ran down the stairs, fell, and tore a hole in the knee of my jeans. Of course. Because this had to happen today.
I shook it off and hopped into m car, the blinding smile never leaving my face. Oh, I couldn’t wait. Seriously. My love and devotion for Fun was endless.

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I was crying tears of joy.

Nate’s voice was just so damn beautiful. It brought me to tears. Obviously, since I was crying like a baby. Just, how was it so smooth?

The last note of the Gambler drew to a close and I sniffled, wiping my eyes. The guy I was next to was looking at me strangely, but I ignored him. No time for the non-fans in my life. Anyone from Tumblr would understand.

The people at the concert slowly dispersed as I joined the very short line. The backstage pass/meet and greet ticket had been a one time thing, a special, if you will. It was still hundreds dollars cheaper than One Direction's.

“Gonna meet Nate, and JACK, and ANDREW, and NATTIE, and EMILY and WILL! Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Weren’t those beautiful lyrics? Maybe they should hire me as Fun's new lyricist. Nate's were getting a little heavy on his mom, after all.

Finally, I was next up.
I had planned to strut gracefully into the area and stun them all with my grace.
Instead, I, of course, stumbled on the threshold and catapulted into the room, slamming into somebody on the way down.