I could barely contain my excitement as I drove my best friend and myself to our first Justin Bieber concert. It was a gift from my parents for my 18th birthday, I cried. I've been waiting to see this man perform live since his first song was released all those years ago, "One Time."
"Chloe!" My best friend yelled my name. I had started speeding while daydreaming about that beautiful name. Oops...
About an hour later, we finally arrived to the concert stadium. Two hours early, of course. We had gotten great tickets in the fourth row but still wanted to sneak into the soundcheck Justin has beforehand.
We quickly parked the car and circled the perimeter, trying to find a door that was left unguarded. Luckily there was one on the side and we slipped into a dark passageway. Following the sound of instruments playing snippets of Justin's songs made it easy to locate the stage.
While tiptoeing down the hallway, I heard his voice. It was really him. His husky voice was in person. Before I could freeze and get us both caught, my friend pulled me forward. We quickly blended in with the small amount of girls gathered around the front edge of the stage.
The fellow Beliebers were friendly and welcoming, assuming we had just walked in a little late. Nobody bothered to check our passes.
In less than 15 minutes, Scooter, Justin's manager came on stage to greet our ecstatic faces. He laughed, "Hi girls! Are you ready to meet Justin?!"
Of course in response, there was just high-pitched screaming. I mean, it's not like he expected anything else.
"Okay, okay," Scooter said and quickly moved off stage as Justin's band walked on. They took their places and Justin jogged on.
He was right there! In jeans and a flannel, probably saving the real outfits for the actual show. He still looked hot as ever. His hair styled back and his brown eyes gleaming with joy. He waved happily at us as if having 30 girls screaming your name was the most casual thing in the world. I love him.
His took the mic and began to speak, "How are all you beautiful ladies tonight?" Random "good, great" and screaming was the response. He just chuckled and scanned the group of girls. I thought his eyes stayed for more than a second on me but I could have just been imagining it.
He continued talking, answering a few of our questions. One question seemed to stand out to me. A younger girl a few seats down from me asked him if he would ever be interested in being romantically involved with a fan.
As he seemed to think over the question, his eyes roamed over us again and this time I could almost swear he locked eyes with mine for a breath. A few moments later, he just smiled and said, "Of course."
The way his eyes shined mischievously during his answer made my stomach fill with butterflies. I would do anything to be the fan he falls for.
~~~~~ Concert has begun ~~~~~
The past few hours had been a whirlwind of screaming and crying and taking shaky videos of the man I adore doing what he loves 20 feet away from for thousands of people to see. There was just one thing I could not shake.
It was the last song of the night and I just knew at least a few times during every song, he directed his eyes towards me. Sure, I'm obsessed with him and want to imagine he feels that way about me, but I can't imagine that.
The last song happened to be "Believe" the title of his tour and album. The security guards seemed to be feeling the love as well and allowed the first few roads to move up so we were pressed up against the stage. My friend and I managed to shove our way through the crowd and be an arm's length away from him.
