twisted

They read aloud the ticket number that got to go back stage and meet one direction after the concert. The whole arena filled with high pitched screams of teenage girls that wanted their seat to be called, including myself. I pull my ticket out of my vintage brown crossover from H&M and read it aloud in my head, "row 18 seat A." Louis silenced everyone and we all immediately got quiet and Harry read aloud "row...  eight...  teen." Sighs were let out from all around the arena with a few screams. I looked down at my ticket, finger tips turning white as i was squeezing it so hard, and was thinking something like this only happens in the movies."Seat...  A" he calls out....