"Okay, now i want you to raise your hand up high if music has ever saved you." Harry screamed into his microphone.
I raised my hand up slowly, then looking back to see if anyone else raised theirs up. I saw the whole crowd with their hands up made me so comfortable. The crowd singing back the lyrics. Seeing people cry tears
of joy. The best part is, you realize you see your hero. Savior. Idol. Inspiration. Whatever they are to you. Everything made me so happy. There was nothing wrong with concerts. They are my home. Or at least i thought they were.
Hi, my name's Cara and i like to have fun.
authors note: ok so i just wanted to start this over bc my other part 1 didnt make any sense and this will make more sense ok and also i wont be updating a lot bc school ok soRRY also can u pls pls pls pls vote this chapter if you liked it ok thx ily
