"Nothings fine, I'm torn!"
The words echoed all around me. I grimaced and held my head in my heads, trying to block everyone out. That not working, I looked over at Anna. She was standing up jumping about, singing to the top of her lungs. That made me smile. I was doing this for her.
Anna's my twin. We're fraternal though, looking nothing like each other. She has long, super straight brown hair and brown eyes. I have dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. We've got the same build, tall and athletic, but the similarities stop there. Even our interests are totally different. Like take now, for instance.
Anna gets easily obsessed over boy bands. She loved the Jonas Brothers, Big Time Rush, and her current obsession was One Direction. It was all she talked about. She ran a blog about them, wrote fan fictions, and tweeted them daily.
I, on the other hand, stuck to more meaningful music. And more realistic dreams. Anna swore she'd marry one of the boys one day, but I knew not to fall for something that would never happen. She was a complete fangirl, I was more serious.
That doesn't mean I was a total party pooper. When we hung out together in public, we always got weird stares. It was probably because we'd have a snorting contest or start singing at the top of our lungs. Just some things suck the fun out of me.
Anna had dragged me to this One Direction concert. It was the first of their new world tour. All their songs were off their brand new album, but as Anna explained, they would probably sing "Torn" because that was the first song they sang as a band.
Anna had gotten ok seats, in almost the exact middle of the arena. We could see the boys, but I doubt they could see us. Every other girl there was totally freaking out. I think I even saw some guys fangirling. Or would that be fanboying?
Since it was their first concert, Anna wouldn't stop talking about all the things they might do. No one knew anything about the concert, except that they'd sing "Torn".
"Maybe they'll dance more!"
"Maybe they'll bring someone on stage!"
"Maybe"
"Maybe"
"Maybe"
I had to deal with this past week. This morning, Anna had woken up super early "to get ready for the best day of her life" she had said. She had her hair in a waterfall french braid, and wore a bright sundress. It looked nice on her. I had just thrown on red shorts and a white teeshirt and put my wild hair in a pony tale. I didn't care what I looked like.
I felt Anna shake my arm. "Hey! Pay attention!" She shouted, and I rolled my eyes, looking at the stage.
"We have a surprise for one lucky girl in this arena!" One of the boys said, smiling and looking out into the crowd.
"Yes! Someone is going to get to come up here and we're going to sing to them!" Another added. I frowned. Great. They'll pick a girl that could barely move due to her "feels".
"Section B2!"
Everyone looked around to the section Anna and I were in. I groaned. Just great, there was a chance Anna would get picked and never shut up about being on stage.
"Seaaaat.... 37!"
I looked down at what seat I was at, so I could tell where 37 was. I paled.
Holy crap this can't be happening.
I was sitting in seat 37.
