Let's just go... (One Direction)

Round 1

It’s the day of the concert. The week flew by fast. I took the day off so we can go to the beach. It was a beautiful day. Jasmine asked me to steal Louis for him. I don’t know which one he is but I told her I’d try! Both my brothers laughed hysterically at me. And told me not to kill anyone, but to make sure that if anyone lays a hand on Sammy to make sure that hand is broken.

Yup, typical family phone call.

My parents interrogated me and made me repeat to them that I knew the arena like the back of my hand and could extract my sister out at any notice. Yes, I know military tactics and can work my way through a gun range. I grew up with a mantra: 2 languages, one instrument, one sport, and one martial art. I refused to play an instrument and since I was the last one, they let it slide. I can speak Spanish and Portuguese fluently, played volleyball my entire life, and learned a modified form of ninjutsu (only because we were stationed in southern California where there was a high Japanese population).

Coming back from the beach was a nightmare. The freeway was unbelievably congested. By the time we made it to Foxboro, we did not have enough time to rinse off and change. Sammy and Kristen looked adorable since they stayed under the umbrella the entire day. Molls and I looked hilarious. Our hair was curly and sandy. Typical beach hair. But I glowed. I was blessed with my dad’s tanning ability. I turn a shade darker just by walking to my car. Every summer molly and I have a competition to see who can get the darkest, I’ve won every year. We went to Cancun once and I hadn’t stepped out into the sun until we got there. She had three months of going to her house in Florida to lie out by the pool, and I still got darker than her at the end of the week in Cancun. Thank God for the parking passes Molly was able to get us. Right as we get to our seats the opening band comes out on stage. Sammy and Kristen have a sign saying ‘Marry Me Harry Styles!’ I don’t know if my brothers will approve of that.

I didn’t know a single song from the opening band. Sammy and Kris knew every word. Molls and I were chuckling throughout their skit. We weren’t the oldest ones there. Not counting the parents that were there, there were many girls around our age. We definitely felt better.

During the final song of the opener, the members of one direction come out as a surprise to say hello to the crowd. Everyone goes ballistic! We're fortunate enough to be the only ones in our row for now. The workers said that that’s normal because the first row people have a meet and greet pass so they won’t show up until the headliners came out. While I was distracted with my camera, Harry apparently noticed Sammy’s posted and waved to her! I heard her scream and looked up but missed it. They were already going into the back. Molly was in the bathroom during this entire time and came back to two screaming girls yelling a million words a minute!

Since Molly was back and the band wasn’t coming on for 10 minutes, I figure I’d go get a couple of beers and snacks. I make it back by the time the lights went out. But what I saw made me throw my food to the ground and go into alert mode.

The crowds are out of control. I couldn’t see my sister at all. All I see is a massive group of bodies rushing to the front. Bodyguards and workers are trying to get it situated but it wasn’t working. The band was trying to get everyone under control but that just wasn’t working. I couldn’t see Sammy at all. I only picture her as being stampeded on!

I see her obnoxious pink head band finally by the railing. I go into alert mode. Everything I ever learned went through my mind. I jump and scale the barricade then make a run for it till I hit the stage. I actually knock a guard out and leapt over his shoulder. I actually picture Justin while doing that. They had the same build. I jump on the second stage and run towards Sammy. I dive into the crowd and pull them over the barricade. I glance at Sammy and Kristen to make sure they were okay. They both share blank stares. Molly is yelling at me to figure out what to do. I look up at a couple guards coming into our direction and start yelling at them.

“You! Get the barricade at 3 o’clock. It seems that the infrastructure is failing on the inside! And you! Block all bodies trying to sneak through the barricade at 12 o’clock. If you can try to find another body to help you. Get them off the stage! They’re making the matters worse! NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY OR I WILL HURT YOU!” I yell.

The guy I punched earlier didn’t say a single thing to me until after I passed him. “Hey, don’t worry about earlier. Here’s my card, please call me when you leave. Not for legal reasons or anything like that,” he states.

“Yeah, fine. Whatever. Oh and get new men. They can’t even handle a couple of moms and daughters? That’s pretty sad. You British are all too nice,” I retort while walking away.

I don’t say another word until we’re at the car. I don’t even hear Molly talking to me.

“Silvie! Jeez! Listen to me! Ugh finally! Look at Sammy! They are okay. You don’t have to be on the lookout. We were actually okay before you grabbed us. The barricades actually surrounded us. I’m not saying that I’m ungrateful! It would’ve failed at any second. But the girls were okay!” she says.

I finally look at them. I kneel down in front of Sammy. “Are you okay Sammy? Not hurt? How about you Kristen?” They both shook their heads.

“It was actually fun Silvie. I just feel bad for all the crazy people,” Kristen says.

“It was! Thank you for bringing us! Maybe next time, I’m just too tired,” says Sammy.

We climb into the car and could hear the concert from there. They actually continued it after they got under control. I was just too shaken up to go back in there and the girls were okay with just listening to it outside. Once we get home, I put the two girls into the guest room while Molly went to talk to the guy she was dating. Right when I went to turn off the light, Sammy comes yelling “My bag! Silvie where’s my bag?!”

Of course inside that bag was her cell phone, her keys to my apartment and the house, and her identification card. Just great I’d have to go back in the morning. But then I remembered that guy who gave me his card. Maybe he has her bag? Hopeful wishing right?

Grabbing the card, I see the name Paul. I dial his number before I fall asleep.

“Hello,” a British accent greets me.

“Hi, uhm you gave me your card. I’m the one who pun-,”

“Yes, yes. You were the girl who incapacitated me for a moment. Your name is Silvara correct?”

“Yes, how did you know my name?”

“We knew what seats you were sitting on and your sister put your number under them. We have her ba-,”

“You do?! Thank god! Can you mail it to us, please. Or leave it there, I will come pick it up,” I exclaim.

“Yes we do. And actually we have a proposition for you. Management feels terribly sorry for what happened. And I was impressed with how you handled yourself. Anyways we’re offering you backstage passes and seats for the second show tomorrow. Not necessarily front row but closest available,” he says.

“Hold on,” I retort.

I barge in and explain to Molly, quickly, what he’s offering and she gives the thumbs up.

 “Okay, deal. Where do I pick them up?”

*Maybe a bit dramatic... haha. BUT I would probably react the same way for my sister (Sammy is based on her :) ) and my brothers would expect nothing less. Let me know if you liked it!