I looked out the window and there was the venue. Tim drove through the entrance to the parking lot, showing his ID to the lady at the gate, and easily going in. Tim stopped a few yards away from the main entrance. He gave me a type of notecard.
"Here, when you get in line to go in, show this to the person checking the tickets," he said.
He got out of the car and opened my door.
"Thank you," I said.
"No problem, and have fun," he said.
I smiled at him and started walking in the same direction as the other girls. I saw Tim drive away from the corner of my eye. I didn't want to open what he gave me, in case someone behind me saw it. The girls around me were mostly in groups of two or more. It made me feel awkward, since I was by myself. I made it to the entrance and the guy asked for my ticket. I gave him the notecard. He opened it, read it, and then started talking into a radio that he had. He took out a pen.
"Okay, so you're going to follow the sign that says section 19. The lady there will show you your seat," he said. "Enjoy."
"Thanks." I said.
I was walking, following the sign the security guy told me to follow. I came to where it said section 19 with a narrow pointing to the left. I turned left and showed the lady the card.
"Follow me," she said with a hand gesture.
I followed her down the aisle of stairs.
"Seat 5" she said.
"Okay, thank you" I said.
I walked down the row and sat down. The seat was located in a pretty good spot, close to the stage. The stage was decorated with a punk rock theme.
"Pretty cool," I thought to myself.
There were two girls sitting next to me. One of them was blonde, the other had red hair, but you could tell it was dyed. They were wearing short shorts, tight shirts, and they looked younger than me.
"OMG, I can't wait to see Luke!" The red headed girl said.
"I can't wait to see Ashton!" The blonde one said.
There was a girl in front of me that I heard say,
"Michael is so hot!"
My eyes widened. I honestly didn't know whether to be jealous or not. Since Michael was the one to invite me to the show. I found it weird and awkward how the girls around me were just fangirling. But then again, it reminded me of how I would fangirl over Alex Trimble, Sam Halliday, Kevin Baird, and Ben Thompson from Two Door Cinema Club. It was the same thing. Just different genre of music. I looked at my watch and there were two minutes until the show would begin. Suddenly it got dark. Girls started screaming, jumping up and down in excitement. The stage lights went on. I had to admit, I was pretty excited about the show. The drummer came out first, then one with dark hair, then Michael came, and lastly a guy with blonde hair. The girls were screaming, some were calling out names.
"Luke!" some said.
"Ashton!" said others.
"Michael!"
"Calum!"
I didn't know who was who, except for Michael. They started playing a song. I obviously didn't know what it was called, or how the lyrics went. It was pretty catchy though. The lyrics going like,
"I wish that I was eighteen,
Do all the things, you read in a magazine,
You know I'm not saying I wanna be Charlie Sheen."
The lead singer was really good, he was so into the music. Michael was on my side of the stage. He didn't have his snapback on, and he changed into a blue plaid shirt. They finished the song, and all the girls started screaming. The drummer started talking.
"Hello Philadelphia!" He said.
The screaming got louder.
"We're so happy to be here again," he said.
"And to eat cheesesteaks again," the one with the dark hair said.
A few girls around me were giggling.
"We're glad you could make it to the show, as many of you know, I'm Ashton," the drummer said.
"I'm Luke" said the blonde one.
"I'm Calum" said the dark headed one.
"I'm Michael" Michael said.
"And we're 5 Seconds of Summer" Ashton said.
The screaming was everywhere. They were talking about how they started the U.S. tour a few days ago, and how grateful they were to have sold out shows. Also how their album was number one.
"This next song is called Voodoo Dolls," Michael said.
They mostly played songs nonstop. Whenever they did stop playing they would talk about weird things, like about how they have an obsession with Usher, Will Smith, their love for cheesesteaks, and other things. Throughout the show Michael looked over in my direction a few times, some of the girls around me were screaming, waving at him because they thought he was looking at them. I would smile at him, letting him know I was having a good time.
