After months and months of saving up money for this concert, you finally have made enough to buy pit tickets and a few pieces of merchandise; you even have enough to bring a friend. It’s the night of the long-awaited Maroon 5 concert, and it’s all you’ve been thinking about. The concert doesn’t start until 7:30, but it’s 6am and you decide that to get good seats you should leave fairly early.
“Mom, I’m leaving!” you yell up the stairs as you sling a backpack with a small M5 logo over your shoulder. You take a final bite of your english muffin and a sip of orange juice and open the front door.
“Y/N?” your mother calls from the top of the stairs. You hear some pounding on the steps, and as you expected, your mom comes running for you with outstretched arms. “Don’t go anywhere with anyone. No drugs, no drinking. I trust you. Don’t break it,” she says with her eyes racing across your face.
You roll your eyes. “I know mom, I’m not 8 anymore,” you grumble. You head out to your beat up 2003 Toyota Corolla sitting in the driveway, closing the door behind you. You open the car door and throw your pack into the passenger seat, then plug in your phone and put Maroon 5 on shuffle to get into the mood. A faint beeping sound comes from your phone, and it’s a text from Chloe, the friend you’re bringing.
'What time are we leaving? Knowing you, it’s probably in an hour or so.' You laugh at her guess. You respond: 'Well eat quick, I’m on my way(:'
You pull into Chloe’s driveway and honk the horn a few times. A few seconds later, her brother, slightly older than you, opens the door looking like a mess. He looks like he just woke up. You glance at the clock, and it says 6:37. He glares at you, gives you a finger, burps, and goes back inside. You giggle, but also feel a little guilty since you woke him up on a weekend.
Chloe comes running out all smiles and opens the passenger door. She tosses your bag onto the car floor and slams the door. “Let’s go,” she says eagerly. You put the car into reverse and pull away. ‘Stutter’ is currently playing loudly, and you are singing every word and lightly swaying your head to the beat of the music like a tame James. Chloe is acting like she knows the words; she’s not as big of a fan as you, but she’s still really excited.
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You finally find a parking place and quickly get out. Three people dressed in Maroon 5 merchandise are already lined up by the door, obviously as big of a fan as you. The two of you jump in line behind them and eagerly await 7:30.
6:30. Thousands of fans are lined up now, and you are numbers 4 and 5. You get your tickets ready, and finally they open the doors. Cheers come from behind you, and everyone begins to flood inside.
You claim your spot front and center, and you can’t stop smiling. Not only has the moment come, but you actually managed to get the best spot in the house. 7:27. You are literally shaking with excitement. Chloe is next to you on her phone trying to encourage you to take a selfie with her to put on Instagram about the exciting moment, but you keep saying no. Nothing can distract you right now. Finally, it goes dark.
Cheers erupt around you, and the whistle from MLJ starts with a flash of light. Again. Again. Then, a spotlight goes on the man you adore the most on this planet, Adam Levine. He goes around the stage like you’ve never seen him do before, dancing around and sweating like a pig from only the first song.
Around 8:45, everyone leaves the stage except for Adam and James. James has an acoustic guitar out, and Adam is standing to the left of him. Between them is a stool, but neither of them sit down on it. Adam walks towards the edge of the stage, scanning the audience. All of a sudden, you are blinded. You’re squinting, but this bright light won’t leave your eyes. A few seconds later, after your vision has adjusted somewhat, you see a tatted hand a few inches from your face. A part of you dies from emotion, and your heart speeds up to a million miles a minute. You grab it, and he pulls you up. You feel a tear run down your cheek, and you can’t believe this is happening. Since when do they pull a fan onto the stage? You look down at Chloe, who is also in shock, but also video taping you. You look to your right and see, you guessed it, Adam Levine.
