Until Spring Comes Again

Hands at the Concert

Slowly, your grades went down. You went from having a 4.0GPA to having a 2.7GPA. It devastated you but you were determined to have a 3.0 by the time of the concert. You had two weeks to get it done. You prayed that you could do this. Your parents would be disappointed in your grades and you were ashamed to admit that you were doing so poorly. In order to get your grades higher, you sat alone at lunch to get an early start on your homework and to work on extra credit. You didn't get to spend time with friends but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make.

By the time spring break rolled around, you had a 3.0GPA. You just hoped that wouldn't change as teachers input more grades over break. You took the time to relax as in a week, you were going to be seeing BTS live in concert. You still couldn't believe it. Nothing felt real. How could life be so kind to you? You had no idea.

Your friends were over again for another extra credit assignment and this time you actually got work done. However, other than that, nothing exciting happened throughout your week long break. That is until the day of the concert. Sleep did not come to you that night because you were far too excited. You couldn't stop thinking about how you'd hear Namjoon rap with your own ears.

As the hours neared the time to leave for the concert, you forced yourself to sleep. The last thing you needed was to be exhausted at the concert. However, no matter what you couldn't fall asleep. You tried listening to one of Namjoon's V Lives, rain sounds, ocean sounds, and more but nothing worked. In the end you fell asleep around 3:30am and woke up at 5. You took your time getting ready as you wanted to look your best. After donning your Rap Monster shirt, skinny jeans, and converse. You styled your hair and decided y go light in the makeup. After all, you only had cheap makeup which meant everything would come off once you started sweating. You made your way downstairs and ate a bowl of cereal as you waited for your friends to pick you up.

Once they come, you grab your bag and say goodbye to your parents, unable to stay calm. It was 6:30 in the morning and you and your friends were screaming. Throughout the whole drive you're constantly talking about how amazing the concert was going to be. You were one of the first one hundred people to arrive and stand in the general admissions line. You spent an hour waiting in line to get your wristbands and in the meantime had made some new friends.

As you stood in the merchandise line, you looked around grinning from ear to ear.
It was all so surreal. How could you, a normal sixteen year old girl, be at a BTS concert? It seemed impossible. As you were looking around you thought you saw some kind of strange shadow in the corner of your eye but you dismissed it, far too hyped to think about it. You managed to buy everything you wanted including an Army Bomb. You had a few hours before you could go to the soundcheck so you decided to grab some food.

You walked with your friends to the car, animatedly talking about the concert. "ITS GOING TO BE LIT AS FUCK!" you heard someone scream. You couldn't help but laugh because you felt the same way.

You stopped suddenly when you felt something pull at your shirt from behind. You turned but no one was there so you dismissed it and continued on your way to the car. It took ten minutes to decide on where to eat. You had a strange craving for Panda Express but your friend Paris wanted Jack in the Box and your other friend Jasmine agreed with both options. Eventually you all decided on a Carls Jr. and ate food there because it was close to the venue.

Looking at the time, you saw that you had approximately half an hour before the sound check and you needed to get going. You rushed back to the stadium and immediately got in line for sound check. You couldn't stand still no matter how hard you tried; it was impossible. You were about to see the seven most legendary men up close and you couldn't contain that excitement.